I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.

How can money be the root of all evil when shopping is the cure for all sadness?

My mother says I didn't open my eyes for eight days after I was born, but when I did, the first thing I saw was an engagement ring. I was hooked.

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.

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.

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

I'm not afraid. Life is just such an adventure to me.