The Ultimate Date For Me Would Be

I Don't Think We Realise Just How Fast We Go Until You Stop For A Minute And Realise Just How Loud And How Hectic Your Life Is, And How Easily Distracted You Can Get.

Maybe That Whole Love Thing Is Just A Grown-up Version Of Santa Claus; Just A Myth We've Been Fed Since Childhood. So, We Keep Buying Magazines, Joining Clubs, And Doing Therapy And Watching Movies With Hit Pop Songs Played Over Love Montages All In A Pathetic Attempt To Explain Why Our Love Santa Keeps Getting Caught In The Chimney.

Being A Working Mother Means That You Are Always Disappointing Somebody.

Even In The First World, Expectations Are Not As High For Women As They Are For Men. We Get That Message Subtly, But In The Third World, It Isn't Subtle. Girls Are Isolated And Encouraged Not To Talk To One Another.

All This Nothing Has Meant More To Me Than So Many Somethings