“I have lost all my skills, and now I know how it feels to be utterly helpless like you and your sister.”

I will not relive that bullying nightmare.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

What is the source of this falsehood? And what photo are they using?

The last time I felt this emotionally encumbered, I was playing Lady Macbeth on a Crystal Skies cruise ship during Shakespeare at Sea Week.

Your wayfaring thespian has returned

I can hardly hear you, John! The cheering and accolades are drowning out your gentle voice.”

I once hosted the non-televised portion of the People’s Choice Awards.

I’m positively bedeviled with meetings et cetera.

You do realize I’m a professional vocalist?

All in favor say aye.

“It’s probably nothing but I think I’ve killed a man.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

I’m trying very hard not to connect with people right now.

You must prepare for life, and whatever it will throw at you.

I am suddenly overwhelmed with regret, it’s a new feeling for me, and I don’t find it at all pleasurable.

You are the life you accept for yourself.

All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume.

Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

In this acausal world, scientists are helpless.

We are not helpless Creatures crashing onwards irresistibly to doom.

Since they had a lot of property and controlled an empire of propaganda, they made the European governments helpless.

Art… does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

I feel more helpless with you than without you.

A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.