We opened our hearts. Hear me, heal me, save me, believe me.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

What I did was pour out about a gallon of Chanel Number Five and put a burning wedding invitation to it, and boom, I'm recycling.

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.

He was the kind of boy any young girl should date while she's still able to recover.

Anything pretty,' Claire will tell you, 'it's only for sale because no one wants it.

Every stage of life has its own form of power, and we're always sort of terrified as to whether we can make the jump to the next form of power.