When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
I don't want to die an old lady.
For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.
If God has allowed me to earn so much money, it is because He knows I give it all away.
My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.
Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.