I don't go out without make up. I'm a woman, you know.

The worst mistake of a woman is to go to the kitchen, because then she never gets out of there.

It's not easy to work with me, I recognize that. It's not easy if those people aren't as perfectionistic as I am.

I'm a perfectionist in recovery. I'm trying to deal with that monster inside of me that wants to do everything right. Or better than right.

My hips don't lie and I don't lie either!

If I could, I'd live in the nude, like Eve in paradise.

I thank God that I'm a product of my parents, that they infected me with their intelligence and energy for life, with their thirst for knowledge and their love. I'm grateful that I know where I come from.