“I was a shy ugly kid who led a big fantasy life. I thought I was an angel sent from heaven, to cure polio. When Dr. Salk did that I was really pissed off.”

My mother once said “If you don’t pay attention to age, then it won’t pay attention to you.” And she says it, and it sounds nice, but I don’t buy it.

I am the girl who everyone said was never going anywhere. I guess I shocked a few people.

You can’t just sit around and watch life pass you by. You have to keep dreaming. Sonny taught me that, and I intend to do him proud.

I’ve been screaming at the top of my lungs at my family, ‘Work out! Work out! Old age is coming!’

Words are like weapons; they wound sometimes.

I’ve had so many rebirths, I should come with my own midwife by now.

The truth is that in my job, becoming old and becoming extinct are one and the same thing.

When you stop trying to find the right man and start becoming the right woman, the right man will find his way to you.

Donald Trump can’t come up with a hairstyle that looks human, how can he come up with a plan to defeat ISIS.

Someone once said “The only thing that will be left after a nuclear holocaust is Cher and cockroaches.” I think that’s funny, because, you know, I am a survivor. If I am anything, that’s what I am.

If a man’s a good kisser, he’s a great f-.

Men are a luxury, not a necessity.

Sometimes I feel like an old hooker.

Singing is like going to a party at someone else’s house. Acting is like having the party at your own house.

Some years I’m the coolest thing that ever happened, and then the next year everyone’s so over me, and I’m just so past my sell date.

Honesty makes me feel powerful in a difficult world.

Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, /May be refin’d and join th’ angelic train.

May be refined, and join the angelic train.

He was the keynote speaker for our better angels.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

If you’re not okay, you might as well not pretend you are, especially since life has a way of holding us down until we utter that magic word: help! That’s when angels rush to your side.

I am imperfect in many things, nevertheless I want my brethren and kinsfolk to know my nature so that they may be able to perceive my soul’s desire.

This question is posed to myself, am I a man who thinks he’s an angel? Or an angel who thinks he’s a man?

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.