I approach my life haphazardly. Not much holiness and only as much wisdom as I can muster.
Reason is sight. Instinct is touch. Intuition is smell.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
I'm Southern Baptist, not a meteorologist.
To keep the record straight, it wasn't always John and Yoko. We've all accused one another of various business things; we tend to be pretty paranoid by now, as you can imagine. There's a lot of money involved.
It was something she didn't want me to do because she thought the rejection would ruin my self-esteem. My father was, like, 'If she wants to try it, let her try it. '
I feel worn down as a human being who has to constantly justify their existence to other human beings because I'm a minority