The inventor of the modern foundation garment that we women wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling.

I've always said that people have unrealistic expectations.

I read neither good nor bad about me. I let it not even in my life, so it has no effect on me. I am very sensitive.

There's a kind of emotional exploration you plumb with a friend that you don't really do with your family.

When you reach a certain age, you have fulfilled your childhood dream and whatever your first or second adulthood led you to do. Then you're in your third adulthood, the one that leads to the grave, and you ask yourself, "What will I do between now and then?" Instead of thinking in terms of glamour, you start thinking in terms of reform - your contribution to the world.

For days on end, I would hardly speak, and when I did only the vilest sort of gibberish would spout forth. I became morose and fat. Unapproachable, except when eating - and then only by waiters.

My whole life had been spent waiting for an epiphany, a manifestation of God's presence, the kind of transcendent, magical experience that lets you see your place in the big picture. And that is what I had with my first [compost] heap.