“All it takes is one drink to mess with the way you drive – it clouds your judgment and slows your reflexes. Don’t take any chances. It just isn’t worth it.”

I used to act dumb. That act is no longer cute. Now, I would like to make a difference God has given me this new chance.

The only rule is don’t be boring and dress cute wherever you go. Life is too short to blend in.

First I wanted to be a veterinarian. And then I realized you had to give them shots to put them to sleep, so I decided I’d just buy a bunch of animals and have them in my house instead.

I get along with guys; most of my friends are guys. It’s easier to trust men sometimes. I only have a few close girlfriends that I trust.

I would be so scared if I was a gay guy; you’ll, like, die of AIDS.

I’m just a very creative and outgoing person and I love being around people and being around music. It just gives me energy.

My life is, like, really, really fun.

I would do the baby voice and it’s kind of like this character I made up. But in real life, I’m completely different. I’m very smart. I think a lot of people will assume I’m an airhead.

I LOVE Africa in general, South Africa and West Africa. They are both great countries.

A lot of the things I say I’m just trying to be funny. I don’t really mean everything I say, because I’m not totally that airhead.

I’d imagine my wedding as a fairy tale… huge, beautiful and white.

I’m the best animal lover in the world. There’s nobody who takes care of their pets like me…… they are my children.

I have seen the breakups between people who love each other and rush into getting married too quickly and I do not want to make that mistake.

I like my mug shot. I think I have a really great mug shot. It looks like a magazine shoot.

I just think that the media is just making things up. I don’t really pay attention.

Some people change when they think they’re a star or something.

I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion.

Don’t give him another thought, baby girl. He wanted a cup of tea; you’re a shot of whiskey.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.

Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime-it’s not very scientific, but it helps.

I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.