There's nothing my housekeeper does that I can't do - and maybe better!

Gorgeous hair is the best revenge.

Fiction writing is great. You can make up almost anything.

Ladies, you have to be strong and independent, and remember, don't get mad, get everything.

Believe in yourself.. in all you can do.. and for you, the deals will start to work in your favor. You need to be open to such deals, and they will come, I assure you.

We think about all of our tomorrows, but we don't know how many there are, so let's start making the most of our Todays!

Travelling so much, sometimes my luggage goes astray. But I can get the right stuff sent to me overnight by a special shipper. No big deal.

I tell you, if I'm going to go through a divorce, I would date again a younger man. Because I have so much energy, there's no way an older man can keep up with me.

If people see your weaknesses they will take advantage of them.

I would rather be a babysitter than a nursemaid

I always felt very secure and very safe with real estate. Real estate always appreciates.

Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.

Miami bumper sticker: My horn is broken-so watch for my finger.

He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.

My style is ambiguous and lucid.

I know we can’t always know what medical surprises may happen during childbirth. But my hope is to go fully natural – no epidural, no interventions.

If you would feel the full force of a tempest, take up your residence on the top of Mount Washington, or at the Highland Light, inTruro.

In a sense, I may not consciously know what I'm doing. I feel that I'm telling a story. I'm a kind of medium by which something is transmitted.

You can say or write anything about me you like. Just don't, for any reason, ever tell the truth.

Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School Cuz rap is still a brand-new tool

There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.