If I have one more facelift I'll have a beard!

Got those moods a swinging, tears a slinging, nothing fits me, when it hits me, ranting, raving, misbehaving, PMS blues.

When I wake up, I expect things to be good. If they're not, then I try to set about trying to make them as good as I can 'cause I know I'm gonna have to live that day anyway. So why not try to make the most of it if you can? Some days, they pan out a little better than others, but you still gotta always just try.

When you're 40, you can't ride the fence anymore. You gotta make definite decisions about your life.

I don't want to throw rice. I want to throw rocks.

Wouldn't it be something if we could have things we love in abudance without their losing that special attraction the want of them held for us.

I have had some cosmetic surgery, especially after I lost weight and stuff, and I've had my breasts lifted - but not injected. That would scare me to death, anyway.