I'm pretty, but I'm not beautiful.
No sex is wrong, if there's love in it.
I'm good, but I'm not an angel.
I was never used to being happy, so that wasn't something I ever took for granted.
What's the good of drawing in the next breath if all you do is let it out and draw in another?
Respect is one of life's greatest treasures. I mean, what does it all add up to if you don't have that?