“You can’t cry on a diamond’s shoulder, and diamonds won’t keep you warm at night, but they’re sure fun when the sun shines.”

I think I’m finally growing up – and about time.

Give. Remember always to give. That is the one thing that will make you grow.

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.

It’s times like this when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See – This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping.

A new leadership. A choice. A chance. Don’t cry about what you don’t have. Use what you got.

She is the epitome of majestic sadness whenever she cries.

There are a lot of questions I keep asking myself about why I do comedy. I guess I laugh to keep from crying. And I guess if you ever get me crying, I might not stop. This is the way I look at tragedy or else I’ll cry.

Strength is crying, stumbling, falling, and yet finding the courage to get up and start yet again.

Cry it all out darling because sometimes what you need is a good cry.

Homeboy was the apple of my eye, now he’s the onion that makes me cry.