I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag.

I was getting dressed and a peeping tom looked in the window, took a look and pulled down the shade.

They almost had to cancel the Oscars tonight because all of the designers and stylists are still in line in San Francisco trying to marry one another.

I have no sex appeal. If my husband didn't toss and turn, we'd never have had any kids.

Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly - hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.

I think it's time they knew the truth about Beethoven.

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