“If indeed it's a raceThen the chicks do the mostIt isn't a bragOr an estrogen boastIt's the women who've led meWith big open heartsIf not for their loveI'd have failed at the start.And it's not just the mothersI speak of them ALLIt's a woman there first When somebody falls.The multi of taskingThat's easy to teaseI dare a great manTo try it all, PLEASE!So this is my shout outMy rallying cryTo women all overI hold you up highAnd though there are othersWho'll think this poem strangeIt's the women who plantThe root of big change.”

“Calonice: My dear Lysistrata, just what is this matter you've summoned us women to consider.What's up? Something big?Lysistrata: Very big.Calonice: (interested) Is it stout too?Lysistrata: (smiling) Yes, indeed -- both big and stout.Calonice: What? And the women still haven't come?Lysistrata: It's not what you suppose; they'd come soon enough for that.”

“There's no way I can represent for everyone. I can't represent for all women or all big women or all black women. It's important for people not to make celebrities their source of who they should be in life. I can't take on the pressure of being perfect. Nobody is.”

“Isn't there a mirror someplace where you can go admire yourself?" "I never knew a woman so hung up on my good looks." "All your women are hung up on your good looks. They just pretend it's your personality.”

“Still women- women. They do themselves more credit, there's more reality in women. They live closer to their nature. They have to. It's more with them. They have the breasts. They see their blood, and it does them good, while men are led to be vainer.”

“Believe me, I know. The moment you open yourself to somebody else emotionally, it's just one big mess. Much better to be a great big horny slut and keep it all simple and clean.”