My Parents Think I'm Better Under Pressure.

Strange, I Thought I Knew You Well, Thought I Had Read The Sky, Thought I Had Seen A Change In Your Eyes.

I Don't Really Cook. There Are Caterers, And My Husband Cooks.

If You Sing To The Mermaids, They Come When You're Drowning.

You Don't Have To Justify Anything. Being Pissed Off Is Absolutely Ok.

I Don't Mind A Dirty Girl. But What I Find Tragic Is When We, As Women, Become Not The Subject Of Our Own Story But Someone Else's Object.