Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Your real boss is the one who walks around under your hat.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Why is it that men can be bastards and women must wear pearls and smile?
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The world stands aside to let anyone pass who knows where she is going.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Face the day
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Emptiness
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Opening a door to the mysteries, hoping to shed a little dark on all the stuff we think we know.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Passing time with you in mind. It's another quiet night. Feel the ground against my back. Counting stars against the black.