You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.

You can give me 400,000 hostile people and I won't even break sweat. If you give me 200 adoring people, my mouth will dry out.

I assume there must be some kind of genetic thrust. My two grandmothers were very different, but both of them were frustrated musicians.

My life came down to being a granny and watching a lot of television.

Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please.

I see the entire world as Eden, and every time you take an inch of it away, you must do so with respect.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.