The heart of the person before you is a mirror. See there your own form.

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

Being young and female in America, you watch a lot of T.V., and you grow up on false images of what love truly is. We think the man with the best rap will protect and save us, about it's not usually that way. Then you learn love is something deeper and purer in form.

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

Being blond is definitely a different state of mind. I can't really put my finger on it, but the artifice of being blond has some incredible sort of sexual connotation.

If your joy is derived from what society thinks of you, you're always going to be disappointed.