I keep my heart and my soul and my spirit open to miracles.
When it looks like I may live longer than five minutes I'll drop cigarettes like a hot potato.
Good-looking people turn me off. Myself included.
Dance is the pure language of the soul - it's been with us from the very beginning.
You can imagine me as a kid growing up in redneck Texas with ballet shoes, tucking the violin under my arm. I had to fight my way up.
I will go so far as to say probably smoking had something to do with my pancreatic cancer.