Why doesn't Prin go and get her own goddamn blistering bloody shitty jelly doughnuts?

Will we ever reach a point when it is no longer necessary to say Them and Us? I believe we must reach that point, or perish.

Holidays are enticing only for the first week or so. After that, it is no longer such a novelty to rise late and have little to do.

Women, as well as men, in all ages and in all places, have danced on the earth, danced the life dance, danced joy, danced grief, danced despair, and danced hope. Literally and metaphorically, by their very lives.

Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear.

In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.

I can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it, or accept it, or believe it's for the best. I don't and never shall, not even if I'm damned for it.