Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.

It's not the having, it's the getting.

I hate the idea of always having to interpret other people's ideas and thoughts and words, because I'm very independent and, I guess, a free thinker.

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

The ups and downs, the problems and stress, along with all the happiness, have given me optimism and hope because I am living proof of survival.

I'm a survivor - a living example of what people can go through and survive.

I'm loud and I'm vulgar, and I wear the pants in the house because somebody's got to, but I am not a monster. I'm not.