I made a crash landing here on Earth on February 14, 1962, in the Shreveport Catholic Charities Home for un-wed mothers. The infamous Bonnie and Clyde lost their lives just miles from where I was born. Like outlaws ourselves, my birth mother and I were on the run from the day she found out I was part of her.

That's why I began doing makeup in the first place: I was hoping that through helping people see the beauty in themselves, I could try and find it in me.

Life is too short to spend hoping that the perfectly arched eyebrow or hottest new lip shade will mask an ugly heart.

Beauty is about perception, not about make-up.

Soon I realized that if beauty equalled forgiveness, I was never going to be forgiven.

Perfection is boring. If a face doesn't have mistakes, it's nothing.

Beauty is about perception, not about make-up. I think the beginning of all beauty is knowing and liking oneself.