To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.

I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.

In the old days, words like sin and Satan had a moral certitude. Today, they're replaced with self-help jargon, words like dysfunction and antisocial behavior, discouraging any responsibility for one's actions.

Arm chair warriors often fail.

No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.

We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.

For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.