As Long As I Can Remember, I've

If You're Gonna Be Two-faced At Least Make One Of Them Pretty.

I Believe That Everything Happens For A Reason.

It's Not To Much Fun To Know Yourself Too Well Or Think You Do - Everyone Needs A Little Conceit To Carry Them Through & Past The Falls.

I'm A Failure As A Woman. My Men Expect So Much Of Me, Because Of The Image They've Made Of Me- And That I've Made Of Myself- As A Sex Symbol. They Expect Bells To Ring And Whistles To Whistle, But My Anatomy Is The Same As Any Other Woman's And I Can't Live Up To It.

I Had To Use My Wits Or Else I'd Have Been Sunk - And Nothings Going To Sink Me. Everyone Was Always Pulling At Me, Tugging At Me, As If They Wanted A Piece Of Me. It Was Always, 'do This, Do That,' And Not Just On The Job But Off, Too. God, I've Tried To Stay Intact, Whole.