It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.
Not having hair makes me feel like a cancer patient.
Chris Brown beat you because you're not pretty enough.
I don't care what you say about me if I don't find you physically attractive.
I have no clue [why people say I'm insane]. Every time I've heard it, it came from an ugly person's mouth, so I don't care.
I can't help but laugh at all of you writing fake stories about me. I was not in any hit and runs. I don't drink so the DUI is false.
I Want A Million Dollars A Year For Illegally Having My Mind Read And Privacy Stolen
I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves were a warm, blond wood, piled with spines of every color. Staff picks were arranged on tables, glossy covers reflecting the light back at me. Behind the little cubby where the cashier sat, ignoring us, stairs covered with rich burgundy carpet led up to the worlds unknown. 'I could just live here,' I said.
When Shonda Rhimes writes her autobiography, it should be called How to Get Away With Being an Angry Black Woman.
I believe that whether one believes in God or not is - it's very central to who I am.
When one has not long to live, why shouldn't one have fancies?