The last thing I have to say is that ice is the past tense of water. I've always wanted to write that sentence and now I have.

I believe in a lively disrespect for most forms of authority.

There hasn't been a day in my life since I started Latin in ninth grade that I haven't benefited by the lives of the ancients.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

...funny how people want a return to the good ole days. Of coarse the good ole days of being a rich white plantation owner. Everyone seems to forget the poor white farmer.

Loving's pretty easy. It's letting someone love you that's hard.

As a woman, I find it very embarrassing to be in a meeting and realize I'm the only one in the room with balls.