I'm grateful to God for His bountiful gifts... He gave me courage and faith in myself.

I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .

I was as impatient about finding my dream man as I was about everything else I wanted.

A face that is really lovely in repose can fall apart if, when its owner stars to talk, she distorts every feature.

I was deaf and dumb and blind to all but me, myself and I.

Certainly tears are given to us to use. Like all good gifts, they should be used properly.

In silence - and in self-defense - I figured things out in my own little way.