Big girls need big diamonds.
I think I'm finally growing up - and about time.
I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.
The public me, the one named Elizabeth Taylor, has become a lot of hokum and fabrication - a bunch of drivel - and I find her slightly revolting.
When people say, 'She's got everything', I've got one answer - I haven't had tomorrow.
You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That's how I've done it. There's no other way.