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I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends' floors, was happy, was miserable.
That's kind of the theme of Own the Night. It's about those nights that are so memorable you could live them forever.
Sometimes you get to a place in life where you feel you've made some choices, and maybe they weren't the right choices, and that it's all coming to an end.
Don't send me flowers when I'm dead. If you like me, send them while I'm alive.
This search for what you want is like tracking something that doesn't want to be tracked. It takes time to get a dance right, to create something memorable.
These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.
If you tell me I can't eat something, I'll obsess over it and end up overeating!
If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same.
You can't raise the standard of women's morals by raising their pay envelope. It lies deeper than that.
