“We were dirt poor but we had each other. We didn’t need much to have a lot.”

She had eyes that I would miss sunsets for.

Somethings that break you end up healing you.

People say a lot. So, she watches what they do.

Listen. Her silence tells a story.

My heart beats differently for you.

She’s not rude. She’s just done tolerating less than what she deserves.

Don’t give him another thought, baby girl. He wanted a cup of tea; you’re a shot of whiskey.

She was strong enough to be gentle all the time.

Perfection is just a lie, failure’s not forever, rejection is but a sign, darling you are a treasure.

It is not a coincidence that the strongest people tend to have the most scars.

She’s like a stiff drink I can’t get enough of, the first real obsession I can’t help but love.

She had eyes that held you better than arms ever could.

But she’s not like the others; that’s where you made your first mistake.

Sometimes, all it takes to connect with someone is a little bit of the same hurt.

All I want is to bring you the love and the joy that matches all the pain you have ever felt.

Don’t judge her if she’s lived under circumstances you have not.

If you get the dirty end of the stick, sharpen it and turn it into a useful tool.

Angels fly but you and I get so dirty I’m not sure we are so pure.

There’s nothing inherently dirty about sex, but if you try real hard and use your imagination you can overcome that.

Write clean and dirty.

Filth and old age, I’m sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.

Hurricane Sandy is a disturbing sign of things to come. We must heed this warning and act quickly to solve the climate crisis. Dirty energy makes dirty weather.

I worry about kids today – because of the sexual revolution, they’re going to grow up and never know what “dirty” means.

I remember the whole thing with the word ambition. I was messed up for a while because I associated it with certain people who just want to be famous. I think, for a while, it was kind of a dirty word for women.