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.
Every breath you take today should be with someone else in mind.
I use my fame now when I want to help a cause or other people.
There's no deodorant like success.
I know I'm vulgar, but would you have me any other way?
I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being - to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame.