I am my little people's star and slave. When I go out into the barrios, I get dressed because I know my little people want to see a star. Other presidents' wives have gone to the barrios wearing house dresses and slippers. That's not what people want to see. People want someone they can love, someone to set an example.

Filipinos don't wallow in what is miserable and ugly. They recycle the bad into things of beauty.

My grandchildren are growing up and they could not understand why the Marcoses are still being crucified although we keep on telling them that we did not steal from the Filipino people.

Never dress down for the poor. They won't respect you for it. They want their First Lady to look like a million dollars.

Life is not a matter of place, things or comfort; rather, it concerns the basic human rights of family, country, justice and human dignity.

I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.

I get my fingers in all our pies. Before you know it, your little fingers including all your toes are in all the pies.