My sister gained 80 pounds expecting her baby. Well, you get nervous, waiting for those adoption papers to clear.

Interviewers always used to ask me about my pageboy haircut, and it drove me nuts: it almost made me suspect that there was something strange about it. So I cut off my pageboy.

I thought I was raptured up into the air today; turns out, it was just my gas oven exploding.

Once I posed nude for a magazine. I've never been back to THAT newstand.

I've learned that you can't make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they'll panic and give in.

Probably the worst time in a person's life is when they have to kill a family member because they are the devil. But otherwise it's been a pretty good day.

I'm filthy stinking rich - well, two out of three ain't bad.