It doesn't bother me when someone calls me a 'dumb blonde.' I'm neither dumb or blonde.

I do have a few little tattoos, but they were mostly done to cover scars because I'm so fair.

My aunt in Knoxville would bring newspapers up, which we used for toilet paper. Before we used it, we'd look at the pictures.

They think I’m simpleminded because I seem to be happy. Why shouldn’t I be happy? I have everything I ever wanted and more. Maybe I am simpleminded. Maybe that’s the key: simple.

Our own freewill, to choose the paths we take, no greater deed could ever be done than for another's sake.

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.

When people say to me less is more I reply, 'More is more'.