Filipinos want beauty. I have to look beautiful so that the poor Filipinos will have a star to look at from their slums.

I did NOT have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty.

People say I'm extravagant because I want to be surrounded by beauty. But tell me, who wants to be surrounded by garbage?

They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes.

My grandchildren are growing up and they could not understand why the Marcoses are still being crucified although we keep on telling them that we did not steal from the Filipino people.

If you know how rich you are, you are not rich. But me, I am not aware of the extent of my wealth. That's how rich we are.

Doesn't the fight for survival also justify swindle and theft? In self defence, anything goes.

I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.

I am beyond logic and rationality.

Win or lose, we go shopping after the election.

The Marcos era was the golden time for the Philippines. We had the lowest crime rate in the world in Manila and real development then. At last, people are starting to understand this.

I’ve finally figured out a way to stand strong on my own.

Quality Workplace: "a place of wor(k)ship is frequently equated as holy as that of worshiping

It pierced the heart...and there was blood all around...soaking his hands in it, he tried wiping her tears...

In a way, it's all down to perception, isn't it? And everyone has their own take on everything.

The man of pleasure, by a vain attempt to be more happy than any man can be, is often more miserable than most men are.

You have no cause for anything but gratitude and joy.

I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries

Facebook is not your friend, it is a surveillance engine.

Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.

A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.