It's the Night of the Living Dead. It's scary out here.

My children love me. I'm like the mother they never had.

Most of the books call Her a He, but I am able to ascertain what is meant, despite that semantic error.

You can really learn from Donahue. I didn't know you could be a woman in a man's body. You go out and you can't parallel park.

There isn't any New Man. The New Man is the old man, only he whines more.

Legalize hemp and allow women to grow it and make food, clothing and housing for pennies from it and legalize marijuana too. Let women integrate their divided consciousness with a natural herb instead of doctors' pills that kill the liver.

I'm just into spirituality. I believe that in a previous life I used to be Shirley MacLaine.