Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
If you have to be in a soap opera try not to get the worst role.
I try to bring the audience's own drama - tears and laughter they know about - to them.
Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh, why can't I?
How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child.
I think there's something peculiar about me that I haven't died. It doesn't make sense but I refuse to die.