While out in TV Nation, under darkening skies, the resistance is just waiting to be organized.

The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don't bother looking into my eyes if there's something you want to know, just ask

They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.

I am not a pretty girl. I don't want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

The world owes us nothing; we owe each other the world.

I'm home in New Orleans!