I enjoy my anger, it’s the only hobby I have.

I'll do my bit tonight, but forgive me if it's a little harder to keep going than normal. Forgive me if I'm not superwoman after all." "Not superwoman?" he exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest in mock surprise. "You've lied to me all these years!

My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.

What is love? Sometimes it's just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you're supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.

I just love dealing with people whose idea of sometimes is every thousand years,” I said.

Power makes you a monarch, and all the fancy robes in the world won't do the job without it.

Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.