“Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.”

I haven’t read any of the autobiographies about me.

I have a woman’s body and a child’s emotions.

I’ve only slept with men I’ve been married to. How many women can make that claim?

I used to think that drinking would help my shyness, but all it did was exaggerate all the negative qualities.

I am a very committed wife. And I should be committed too – for being married so many times.

I love to be casual and comfortable, but I also love the easy glamour of wearing jewelry all the time.

No matter what happens, I’m loud, noisy, earthy and ready for much more living.

I do enjoy life, I really do. Especially if I wake up the next day.

Michael Jackson is part of my heart. We would do anything for each other.

The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they’re going to have some pretty annoying virtues.

You can be fat and still be sexy . It all depends on how you feel about yourself.

Now is the time for guts and guile.

I’ve always admitted that I’m ruled by my passions.

Big girls need big diamonds.

Sometimes I think we know too much about our idols and that spoils the dream.

The things that are important to me – being a mother, a businesswoman, an activist – are all things that were borne out of great passion.

I never drink anything hot; I don’t like hot drinks, very strange.

Health – what my friends are always drinking to before they fall down.

They have no manners and are woefully unable to deal with any social predicament. Their idea of a celebration is to go to a public house and drink six beers. They are mean, malicious and envious . They are scum.

I collect art, and I drink wine… things that I like that I had never been exposed to. But I never said, ‘I’m going to buy art to impress this crowd.’ That’s just ridiculous to me. I don’t live my life like that, because how could you be happy with yourself?

Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.

A monomaniac is a sick person whose mentality is perfectly healthy in all respects but one; he has a single flaw, clearly localized. At times, for example, he has an unreasonable and absurd desire to drink or steal or use abusive language; but all his other acts and all his other thoughts are strictly correct.

People don’t stop eating, and they don’t stop drinking coffee.

A man takes a drink, the drink takes another, and the drink takes the man.