“I enjoy life when things are happening. I don’t care if it’s good things or bad things. That means you’re alive.”

On her daughter Melissa: The only time she really cried is when I sat her down and told her that she was not adopted.

A man can sleep around, no questions asked, but if a woman makes nineteen or twenty mistakes she’s a tramp.

I wish I could tell you it gets better. It doesn’t get better. You get better.

Life goes by fast. Enjoy it…Everyone gets so upset about the wrong things.

Better laid than never.

We all mourn in our own way. I mourn with a great steak.

Life is a movie, and you’re the star. Give it a happy ending.

In life the only thing that you can expect is the unexpected; the only surprise is a day that has none.

A female salmon lays three thousand eggs a year – and has yet to receive a Mother’s Day card from one of them.

I said Justin Bieber looked like a little lesbian — and I stand by it: He’s the daughter Cher wishes she’d had.

Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I believe when a woman enters a room, men should stand up – and gay men should stand up at least halfway.

I have a million dollar figure but it’s all loose change.

Old age is always ten years more than we are.

Happiness, at my age, is breathing

There are many self-help books by Ph.D.s, but I hold a different degree: an I.B.T.I.A.-I’ve Been Through It All. This degree comes not on parchment but gauze, and it entitles me to tell you that there is a way to get through any misfortune.

You know you’re getting old when work is a lot less fun and fun is a lot more work.

I am a faint pulse in a pile of scarred skin an empty vessel that echoes harmful thoughts stranded in the currents of isolation a phantom of the person I was before I’m alive but am I really living.

I fought fear and pain for my freedom. I didn’t come back the same, I came back alive.

I breathe you in and I am alive again.

I am capable of loving myself the way I deserve.

He sets fire to my soul and I have never felt so alive.

There’s a fine line between sanity and madness in being alive.

I step out, into the pouring rain. What am I if not alive?

At times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.