“Don’t get mad. Get everything. – (on divorce).”

For many years I enjoyed the pleasure of cruising on my yacht all summer long and these were my best holidays. In mid-May, we’d start in St Tropez. I’d collect my bikinis from my home there and then we’d go up to Cannes for the Film Festival, on to Monte Carlo for the Grand Prix and then to Italy.

There’s nothing my housekeeper does that I can’t do – and maybe better!

I feel young at heart, and I feel, like, you know, 40.

Ladies, you have to be strong and independent, and remember, don’t get mad, get everything.

Family is the root of all that is good in our lives, and I am so grateful for mine.

You have to have the common sense.

I like to live. I like to dance. I like to eat. I like to work and I like my family. I like to enjoy. And knock on wood it’s nice that I can live this way.

Believe in yourself in all you can do and for you, the deals will start to work in your favor. You need to be open to such deals, and they will come, I assure you.

Life is meant for living.. I know that sounds simplistic, but how many days do you let slip by without really doing something, accomplishing something, making a life change, a lifestyle change?

We think about all of our tomorrows, but we don’t know how many there are, so let’s start making the most of our Todays!

I would rather be a babysitter than a nursemaid.

For example, if I make money, I put it in real estate. I always did very well. Location, location, location.

In Positano, I like the San Pietro Hotel, which is run by a friend whose family has owned the hotel for more than 100 years.

Generally, I think America is America. America has been through suffering like other countries, but America will come up. I have no doubt. It’s just going to bounce. You know, you have ups and downs.

Fiction writing is great. You can make up almost anything.

Gorgeous hair is the best revenge.

Don’t ever let them convince you that the red flags you see in them are not real.

She dances barefoot through the smoke upon ashes from a broken world  – she is hope.

He lost interest. She lost hope. They lost the bond.

It’s really simple – don’t make promises if you can’t stay long enough to go through them.

My love is like a trigonometry problem simplified by my heart’s mint green genies, the broken being in me sings a million epiphanies, my life is but colors spilled in polaroids of caring butterflies.

He says he doesn’t know what to do my mind screams back I will not love you in halves just because you are too afraid.

The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.

Are you aware of the wilderness you awoke when you broke me?