Both hands... Now use both hands. Oh no, don't close your eyes.

Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision, so you might want to turn your head. 'Cuz some day you are gonna get hungry, and eat all of the words you just said.

As it began to balloon before our eyes, and more and more and more and more people and money were involved, it was a bit overwhelming. But you just go forth with your passions and hope for the best.

The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don't bother looking into my eyes if there's something you want to know, just ask

Love was always the goal, and my point every step of the way was that nothing is wrong with love, no matter what flavor it comes in.

Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.