Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Motherhood . . . is an act of infinite optimism.
I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn't itch.
I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity.
There is no real security except for whatever you build inside yourself.
... every time I got disappointed I'd remember the Roseannadanna philosophy that says that you shouldn't cry over split milk 'cause if you spill some milk and instead of cleaning it up you just walk over it and start crying, they're gonna put you on lithium.