“I’ve never met Satan face to face, but I have dated a few of his daughters.”

My heart has a history of silent catastrophes.

Cold coffee is a liquid morgue.

She’s seven seas of sexiness and five oceans of trouble.

Everybody knows when lightening strikes the earth a woman is formed.

Wave your wand while the magic’s still there.

Someday is a romantic lie, right now is an urgent truth.

She’s got sunshine in her eyes, and it ain’t even daylight.

She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.

May your cold nights die a warm death.

Love is wealth in the pockets of the heart.

Don’t bring her dead flowers, take her to where the flowers live.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.

Last night (we exchanged so much DNA) we became each other.

Soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire.

My day feels too damn organized, you should come over tonight and make a mess out of me.

Half my mind is sex and songs.

I think daughters can change the perception of their fathers.

Snow brings the best out of her.

The man who is fortunate in his choice of son-in-law gains a son; the man unfortunate in his choice loses his daughter also.

Educate your sons and daughters, send them to school, and show them that beside the cartridge box, the ballot box, and the jury box, you also have the knowledge box.

Boys laugh at what they put girls through – but they won’t be laughing when – they’re wiping tears off their daughters face for the same reason.

Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.

He is a gentleman; I am a gentleman’s daughter; so far we are equal.

Sometimes, when I see my grand daughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.