I recently bought extreme chunky peanut butter. I opened it up. . . it was just peanuts. Wow that is extreme!
I bend my knee to no man. Unless I choose to.
Fortune helps the intrepid and abandons the cowards. I am the daughter of a man who did not know of fear. Whatever may come, I am resolved to follow that course until death.
If I were to write the story of my life, I would shock the world.
Could I write all, the world would turn to stone.
If I have to lose, although I am a woman, I want to lose in a manly way.
Comedy is a man in trouble. And without it, there's no humor.
A nation is born into freedom on the day when such a people, moulded into a nation by a process of cultural evolution and sense of oneness born of common struggle and suffering, announces to the world that it asserts its natural right to liberty and is ready to defend it with blood, life, and honor.
In the far corner, a tenor began to sing, Zsadist's crystal-clear voice sailing up toward the warrior paintings on the ceiling far, far above them all. At first John didn't know what the song was. . . although if he'd been asked what his name was, he would have said Santa Claus, or Luther Vandross, or Teddy Roosevelt. Maybe even Joan Collins.
Women are programmed to love completely, and men are programmed to spread it around. We are fools to think it's any different.