I'm 48 Now And Whatever

Let Us Be The Ones Who Say We Do Not Accept That A Child Dies Every Three Seconds Simply Because He Does Not Have The Drugs You And I Have. Let Us Be The Ones To Say We Are Not Satisfied That Your Place Of Birth Determines Your Right For Life. Let Us Be Outraged; Let Us Be Loud; Let Us Be Bold.

There Are No Secrets At Our House. We Tell The Kids, 'mom And Dad Are Going Off To Kiss.' They Go, 'eww, Gross!' But We Demand It.

I Think Happiness Is Overrated. Satisfied, At Peace-those Would Be More Realistic Goals.

You Have To Consider The Possibility That God Does Not Like You.

I Believe You Make Your Day. You Make Your Life. So Much Of It Is All Perception, And This Is The Form That I Built For Myself. I Have To Accept It And Work Within Those Compounds, And It's Up To Me.