Like any working mother I find it hard to have a social life. But my kids are so well adjusted. There isn't a brat bone in their body so I haven't done anything that bad.

[With depression] you get a real sense of shame, because your friends go, 'Oh come on, show me the lump, show me the x-rays,' and of course you've got nothing to show.

I can't do anything too serious like Saddam Hussein, but I would like to do Bill Clinton. That'd be fun.

I don't combine proteins and carbohydrates.

I am lucky to have good Polish skin that doesn't wrinkle so I might be around for a few years yet.

I have to keep reminding myself that I am their mother. Sometimes we are sitting at home and I feel like we are waiting for our mom to come home.

I've told so many lies about my age I don't know how old I am myself.