Confucius does his crossword with a pen.
I want to be an integrated woman.
If you call me a new-age, airy-fairy, hippie-dippy airhead I will shove my crystals up your ass.
got a little red line that tells you, boy where the razor's been.
I would love to compose something for dance before I kick the bucket, and I'm not closed-minded about the dance, or the dance company.
At 15, I knew someone whose mother cooked macrobiotic, so I persuaded my mother to go macrobiotic with me.