I hate so much about the things that you chose to be.
You know what they say. “Fool me once, strike one. But fool me twice… strike three.”
Society teaches us that having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. Well, that’s baloney, because grief isn’t wrong. There’s such a thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown.
I am running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good.
I am Beyonce, always.
St. Patrick’s Day is the closest thing Irish have to Christmas.
I feel like all my kids grew up and then they married each other. It’s every parents dream.
You wanna hear a lie? I… think you’re great. You’re my best friend.
If I had a gun with two bullets and I was in a room with Hilter, Bin Laden and Toby, I would shoot Toby twice.
Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.