... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the ground. In the end, when he finally frees himself, he flies so high he becomes a star. My nurse said the story was about how we all have something that keeps us down.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was.It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

I do like the world quite a lot.

Look no farther than your hand,Make a choice and take a stand.