I Refuse To Sit On My Laurels.

Grief Was Like A Seizure That Shook Me Like A Storm.

I Wouldn't Want To Donate My Body For Scientific Study.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.

Murder Is About Power And The More Powerful Women Get The More It Will Change The Good That They Do And The Bad That They Do.

I Won't Put Myself In A Position Where I'm Vulnerable.