Never lend books, for no one ever returns them
I breastfeed and I'll be breastfeeding until my son is finished and he weans.
Who I am inside determines how I feel about my body instead of the other way around
You live, you learn, you love, you learn, you cry, you learn, you lose, you learn, you bleed, you learn, you scream, you learn
I think everyone's hungry for the truth
Writing a song doesn't heal things. Even if the song comes up with a solution, it's still only a theory. Going out and living my lyrics is a whole other deal. That takes courage.
All of my unconscious fears were in my face about letting go of the current identity. A lot of the thoughts that came up were fear-based and false, so I had to work to let them go.
Richard Childress and myself have made some important innovations on our cars.
Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze. . . , Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind- Thy windy will to bear!
Maybe a person's time would be as well spent raising food as raising money to buy food.
The eating of burning brimstone is an entirely fake performance.