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

Follow your heart, and you perish.

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.

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.

I am rampant with memory.

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.

As we grow older we should become not less radical but more so.