“I am not bossy, I am the boss.”

My mother taught me the principles of hard work, setting my own goals and visualizing my future.

I need to find a catchy new word for feminism, right? Like bootylicious.

We have to teach our girls that they can reach as high as humanly possible.

Who runs the world? Girls.

I’m learning how to drown out the constant noise that is such an inseparable part of my life. I don’t have to prove anything to anyone, I only have to follow my heart and concentrate on what I want to say to the world. I run my world.

The most alluring thing a woman can have is confidence.

I went to a high school for the performing arts and I lived and breathed music. It kept me focused; it kept me sane.

A woman is most beautiful when she smiles.

When you’re famous, no one looks at you as a human anymore. You become the property of the public.

Independnce comes from you knowing who you are and you being happy with yourself.

Power is not given to you. You have to take it.

Me, myself and I. That’s all I got in the end.

I embrace mistakes, they make you who you are.

Baby it’s you. You’re the one I love. You’re the one I need. You’re the only one I see.

Embrace your past, but live for now.

I love my job, but it’s more than that: I need it.

I used to always work in, like, warehouses, because if my boss gave me a rough time, I could just get on a forklift and just, like, drive away from him.

Everything you need you already have. You are complete right now, you are a whole, total person, not an apprentice person on the way to someplace else. Your completeness must be understood by you and experienced in your thoughts as your own personal reality.

We were a fast-growing company, and I was a demanding boss.

A Harvard Medical School study has determined that rectal thermometers are still the best way to tell a baby’s temperature. Plus, it really teaches the baby who’s boss.

In most cases being a good boss means hiring talented people and then getting out of their way.

I was a hot-dog stand lady, I was an orphan housemother, I was a waitress 3 or 4 times. All of those jobs did not have good bosses. They basically told you what to do, when to do and when to hop. And I just didn’t like that very much.

The real bosses in the capitalist system of market economy are the consumers. They by their buying and by their abstention from buying decide who should own the capital and run the plants. They determine what should be produced and in what quantity and quality.

Good luck, boss. Don’t let’em turn you into horse meat! (Blackjack)