I believe women should own their sexuality and sexual expression.

My father was very strict with me, and I kept seeing a disparity between their freedom and my lack of it, or how I had all the responsibilities and they had none. And the Catholic Church, all of the rules, and why did I have to wear a dress when they could wear pants? I would say to my dad: 'Will Jesus love me less if I wear pants? Am I going to hell?'

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.

In our house we don't use words like "despise" and 'hate,' we say "strongly dislike."

We all fall to the floor at some point. It's how you pick yourself up that's the real challenge. Isn't it?

I don't give a damn if I go to hell. I love you Satan. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

I don't have a religion because I don't like that word religion.