My dad has worked so hard his whole life. He doesn't deserve to see his daughters going out embarrassing themselves and flashing their knickers. I want to make my parents proud.

I'm a hard-working girl. I go to the office. I work a normal 9 to 5 job most days.

I love accessories. I'm a girl. I love shoes. I love handbags.

My mom came from such humble beginnings and especially my dad as well. He didn't go to university.

I realize I am very privileged. But there's a difference between being spoiled and privileged.

At the end of the day, I don't need to work, and I think it's good that I have the drive and willpower to get up and do something in the morning even though I don't need to.

No one ever talks about the good in me; they just say that I'm spoiled.

My grandmother worked on a fruit and vegetable market stall.

I am suspicious of what people might want from me. Do they like me, or my money?

When the going gets tough: the poor close their eyes, the rich open their wallets.

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

Yes I'm Bipolar but I'm as normal as you except the times when my mind thinks like two

When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the event: Humor diverts our attention and lifts our sagging spirits.

A lot of people seem to want to make the institution of marriage substitute for a real relationship.

I will stay in my bed!

If I had my life to live over again, I would ask that not a thing be changed, but that my eyes be opened wider.

I was raised on the internet.

The leaders should all relate to this principle: the governed must be as happy as possible.

Painting has to get back to its original goal, examining the inner lives of human beings.