I think actual death will be a lot easier than dying on stage. Cause - you know - if you do [actual death] right, you can go looking good. Maybe with a little quip [like]: 'I loved everybody.' But dying on stage...Oh, God!

Everyone needs a facelift, except if you are from Brooklyn then you need a nose job !!!

I have no sex appeal, which kills me. The only way I can ever hear heavy breathing from my husband's side of the bed is when he's having an asthma attack.

Elizabeth Taylor's so fat she puts mayonnaise on aspirin.

I have no methods. All I do is accept people as they are.

Emotional troubles are like landfill. Get them outside, and the air disintegrates them.

I have to tell you that it's not going to be easy. Take every chance and every opportunity that you can. Don't say 'I can't' or 'I shouldn't' or 'I'm too tired.'