Speaking of the devil, well here he comes now. Got my defenses down. And I'd go through hell to make him mine.

Every seven years, I sit down and make a whole new plan.

I never have thought I was beautiful and I never can get beautiful enough. I'm always doing whatever I can to look as good as I can, nipping and tucking if necessary. When you're older, you probably look more bizarre to people. But I don't care. I'm just totally convinced that it's more important that I be happy with me.

I still close my eyes and go home - I can always draw from that.

I've never been pregnant, so I just feel God didn't mean for me to have kids so that everybody else's children could be mine.

I can be accused of trying to be commercial sometimes.

We're afraid to live, because we're afraid of dying.