Asking what I considered an impossible salary when I didn't want to work for someone has boosted my pay again and again.

Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.

In her whole life Mom never earned more than five or six dollars a week. Being without a husband, it was hard for her to find any place at all for us to live.

My father came back one day and forced my mother to submit to him. He raped her, holding a knife.

We miss a lot in life because we don't know when to quit, what to leave out.

I don't care to dress up except when it is necessary or good for my business.

Mom never quit on me. My only regret is that she didn't live long enough to share some of the money and comforts my work in show business has brought me.