Don't treat me like I am something that happened to you.
I think I'm a very solitary person. To actually not be anonymous is a bit claustrophobic for me.
I'm aware enough, I guess, of American labor history.
The bathroom mirror has not budged, the woman who lives there can tell the truth from the stuff they say and looks me in the eye- says do you prefer the easy way? No? Well ok then, dont cry.
fate is not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the wind blows
Smile pretty and watch your back