When I have sex with my husband, I fantasize I am with a petite, hot young woman.

You have to work hard, in order to get anything done.

Goodbye- please don't cry/we both know that I'm not what you need. But I will always love you.

I do wear wigs. ... I sometimes make the joke about me standing on a hilltop with my hair blowing in the wind - and me too proud to run after it.

I don't trust anyone who does their own hair. I don't think it's natural.

If I see something sagging, dragging and bagging, I’ll get it nip, tucked, sucked or plucked.

A lot of people have said I'd have probably done better in my career if I hadn't looked so cheap and gaudy. But I dress to be comfortable for me, and you shouldn't be blamed because you want to look pretty.