“Reggae is my heart ♥reggae is my soul”

“Everybody just lets the media do their thinking for them... that's why you'll never hear any reggae on the radio!”

“The concept of 'home' is not just where one resides, but where the heart resides; in the purest depths of the soul.♥”

“My soul is in your hands." "Your soul is safe in my hands and in my heart.”

“♥"I'm a procrastinating underachiever at heart."♥”

“Under the twinkling trees was a table covered with Guatemalan fabric, roses in juice jars, wax rose candles from Tijuana and plates of food — Weetzie's Vegetable Love-Rice, My Secret Agent Lover Man's guacamole, Dirk's homemade pizza, Duck's fig and berry salad and Surfer Surprise Protein Punch, Brandy-Lynn's pink macaroni, Coyote's cornmeal cakes, Ping's mushu plum crepes and Valentine's Jamaican plantain pie. Witch Baby's stomach growled but she didn't leave her hiding place. Instead, she listened to the reggae, surf, soul and salsa, tugged at the snarl balls in her hair and snapped pictures of all the couples.”