I feel like 45. I don't look bad for someone my age, with my history of illnesses and operations and all those anesthetics. When they knock you out, it gives you time to catch up on your beauty sleep.

I had a hollow leg. I could drink everyone under the table and not get drunk. My capacity was terrifying.

Big girls need big diamonds.

I love to be casual and comfortable, but I also love the easy glamour of wearing jewelry all the time.

I find vocabulary to be a great drawback.

I don't entirely approve of some of the things I have done, or am, or have been. But I'm me. God knows, I'm me.

You can't choose between right and wrong by taking a census.