“Even if you plan a marriage and a family, you are never quite prepared for the reality versus how you imagined it. In a lot of ways it’s better, and in a lot of ways it’s worse. That’s life, right?”

Guys are kind of retarded until they’re about 30.

I’m not really a first-move kind of gal.

I’m a talker. I love a good debate.

A lot of children don’t find forever homes because they’re on that special-needs list, even if it’s because of something as simple as her mother smoked cigarettes for a month, not knowing she was pregnant.

It’s easy to be taken advantage of if you’re not honest.

I’m not perfect. But clothes help. A good bra with some underwire definitely helps a lot!

I want to stay in the moment and enjoy the great things that are happening.

I’m not terribly sentimental.

Of course, of course I’m grateful. How can I not be grateful? I have been afforded such a wonderful life.

I think that I always loved being the centre of attention!

I always assume I look better than I actually do. I’ll feel pretty good about myself when I leave the house, then I’ll see a picture and think, ‘Crap, I had no idea that’s what I was looking like.’

I spent so many years just saying what I felt without thinking about the ramifications, without understanding that I have this opinion but not everyone might share that opinion and now they don’t like me because of it.

I just ultimately wanted to be a mother. I love children.

I have my moments, but generally speaking I shy away from being too lovey dovey.

I definitely want to go out and explore different personalities and different people.

I like going on location for films.

Freedom will destroy itself if it is not exercised within some sort of moral framework, somebody of shared beliefs, some spiritual heritage transmitted through the Church, the family, and the school.

It’s the holidays that mean to spread love and cheer to all who are near.

I guess I was the son you didn’t want but I grew into a man every mother would love. In your rejection, I was forced to find acceptance I filled your absence with the strength to be better.

Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.

I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it a million more I’d hate to be just like you all the damage you have done I’ve tried to undo I plan to set myself free from the branches of my family tree.

I was a glittering sea waving at me, like a child smiling in his father’s lap, the waves lapse every time the sea sees the child in me!

You blame your father but it was your mother who did not keep you safe -why you won’t trust women.

Children raised by mothers who do not keep their children sheltered from the wrath of their fathers, end up mistrusting women.