I'm Fortunate. I've Always Had Medical Care.

You Can't Tell Stories And Really Walk In Someone's Shoes And Not Have A Love For Them, Even If They're Doing Horrible Things.

Ditch The Dream And Be A Doer.

There's A Reason I Said I'd Be Happy Alone. It Wasn't 'cause I Thought I'd Be Happy Alone. It Was Because I Thought If I Loved Someone And Then It Fell Apart, I Might Not Make It. It's Easier To Be Alone. Because What If You Learn That You Need Love And Then You Don't Have It? What If You Like It And Lean On It? What If If You Shape Your Life Around It And Then It Falls Apart? Can You Even Survive That Kind Of Pain? Losing Love Is Like Organ Damage. It's Like Dying. The Only Difference Is Death Ends. This, It Could Go On Forever.

I Think A Lot Of People Dream. And While They Are Busy Dreaming, The Really Happy People, The Really Successful People, The Really Interesting, Engaged, Powerful People, Are Busy Doing.

It's Been A Long Time Since Roe V. Wade, And I Do Think Most People Are Able To Have Respect For Other People's Choices. Most People, I Think, Have Accepted That It's Not Up To Them To Control Other People's Choices, Except, It Seems, When It Comes To Washington, D.c., Where Everyone Has An Opinion About People's Uteruses.