“Remember, she’s an eagle when she flies!”

You shouldn’t care what other people think. Love yourself for who you are.

Reading inspires us to dream.

Grit and lipstick, two things you should never leave home without!

I’ll always be grateful to the land and to nature for all its given us!

God and I have a great relationship but we both see other people.

A great smile is a wonderful asset, but a good heart is pure gold.

When I sit back in my rocking chair someday, I want to be able to say I’ve done it all.

No such thing as too much pink!

The best thing about you is you!

I always just thought if you see somebody without a smile, give’em yours!

Whenever I catch myself getting too nostalgic, well I just think about how heavy the wigs used to be!

I feel glamorous on the inside, so I want to look like it on the outside.

When I got somethin’ to say, I’ll say it.

Wigs are great, but a smile is always your best accessory!

Everybody deserves a shot at their dreams! Six months from now, you could be saying “I did it!” too. Get on it!

If you’re feeling low, don’t despair. The sun has a sinking spell every night, but it comes back up every morning.

Lately I’ve heard rumors that the eagle may be lame. Just because I’ve been idle, don’t mean that I’m tame.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

If you want to fly with the eagles, don’t swim with the ducks!

God is more eager to answer than we are to ask.

Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget’s cough.

“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles

Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001