“Let my song carry me all the way home.”

I describe my look as a blend of mother goose, cinderella, and the local hooker!

Being a star just means that you just find your own special place, and that you shine where you are.

God made me the way that I am and it’s my business to be true to that.

We could afford the price of peace. Love is all it costs.

I probably have a hundred dresses from over the years. I just can’t seem to let go of my favorites!

The worst thing about poverty is not the actual living of it, but the shame of it.

All that glitters ain’t always gold, sometimes it’s pink!

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.

The magic is inside you. there ain’t no crystal ball.

It doesn’t matter what your dream is, you can make it happen!

I’m just a backwoods Barbie in a push-up bra and heels. I might look artificial, but where it counts I’m real.

I was the first woman to burn my bra – it took the fire department four days to put it out.

You can be rich in spirit, kindness, love and all those things that you can’t put a dollar sign on.

I count my blessings far more than I count my money.

For every drop of rain, a flower grows.

I don’t know what the big deal is about old age. Old people who shine from the inside look 10 to 20 years younger.

What do I think about when I strike out? I think about hitting home runs.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

But this I know: if all mankind were to take their troubles to market with the idea of exchanging them, anyone seeing what his neighbor’s troubles were like would be glad to go home with his own.

Basically, I believe the world is a jungle, and if it’s not a bit of a jungle in the home, a child cannot possibly be fit to enter the outside world.

Home is where you go to when you’ve nowhere to go.

I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas.

Arguably, we are the most intellectual creatures that’s ever walked on planet Earth. So how come, then, that this so intellectual creature is destroying its only home?

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!