When Mozart is playing in my room, I am in conjunction with something I can't explain... I don't need to. I know that if there's a purpose for life, it was for me to hear Mozart.
Mothers and children are human beings, and they will sometimes do the wrong thing.
I'm scared of watching a TV show about vampires. I can't fall asleep.
I have this idiot name tag which says 'controversial.'
I'm not Hans Christian Anderson. Nobody's gonna make a statue in the park with a lot of scrambling kids climbing up me. I won't have it, okay?
Kids are so shrewd.
