I tended to be a solitary young girl, and I still am. I would like to find a quiet corner and color in my coloring book. When I think back, I made that corner mine, not really caring about the rest of the house.

I felt like I was a good woman, a good person. But I was sinking deeper and deeper into depression, because my soul wasn't living. I was purposely holding down my soul and my spirit. It was dying inside of me.

I'm very picky when it comes to men. I come across a man who I'm really attracted to about once every five years.

If Americans could choose, would they choose to work on the infrastructure for cancer-causing oil power or would they choose to work on the infrastructure for health-reviving wind power?

I cried myself to sleep wishing I was ugly because men leered and disrespected me, because they assumed things about my mental capacity or my physical willingness based on the way I look.

I think men don't know what they want, so the idea of not knowing what they're getting makes it a little easier on them.

There's a massive part of me that can be bold and courageous...very strong and very assertive and independent, almost to a fault sometimes.