There's ageism in everything. I don't give a hoot. It isn't what other people think; it's what you think. But it's hard to come to terms with getting older. I admire people like Vivienne Westwood.

When the working day is done, girls they just want to have fun.

And I'll see your true colors shining through I see your true colors and that's why I love you so don't be afraid to let them show your true colors, true colors are beautiful like a RAINBOW.

I absolutely refuse to reveal my age. What am I - a car?

My torso is short, but my arms are really long and gangly and my legs and my neck, and my feet and hands are really long, and I look like a duck.

It's a strange lesson to learn in life that your differences, the things that make you feel uncomfortable about yourself are what will help you to grow into who you are. Those are your gifts.

On my darkest days, I wear my brightest colors.

Humour is a great vehicle for getting a message across. If you get too serious, you could die of starch.

Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world, I want to be the one to walk in the sun.

Understand where it is you want to go. Then picture yourself there. If you can picture yourself there, then you can be there. Bottom line.

People can save the world by the way they think and by the way they behave and what they hold to be important.

There’s a widespread belief that if you have solid self-esteem you don’t need outside affirmation and praise. This is patently untrue, by the way.

Just take my hand &let us dance under a chandelier of starlight.

universal compassion is the only guarantee of morality.

Nothing exists except through language.

We know as filmmakers where you draw the line.

I guess if we do enough shows and keep doing it long enough, then people will get the picture. But I can't really be bothered if they don't get the picture. That's not my concern.

There will be no floating waway. There will be no other reality tonight.

Not to have control over the senses is like sailing in a rudderless ship, bound to break to pieces on coming in contact with the very first rock.

Love makes intellectual pretzels of us all.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.