I'm a married woman. I love my husband; I have a good life.

I met Bill Clinton in 1977 while I was working as a news reporter for KARK-TV in Little Rock, Arkansas. Shortly after we met, we began a sexual relationship that lasted for twelve years.

I don't know Bill Clinton as someone who needs to literally sexually harass a woman. I'm sure that he could have found many willing participants.

I've always believed everything was about protecting the Clinton power structure and anyone would be sacrificed who got in the way of that.

I've had a face-lift. I've had my eyes done; liposuction; the nose job - well, that was a long time ago.

I feel like I have a Ph.D. in life, I'm a survivor. I've not only survived, I've thrived.

Let me tell you this, if I had wanted to have a library of audio and videotapes of Bill Clinton, I could have had that. And after I was accused of being a liar, I wished that I had of.

I don't have any interest whatsoever in getting back out there and bashing Hillary Clinton.

People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.

Prayer, sacred supernatural act.

He who cries, 'What do I care about universality? I only know what is in me,' does not know even that.

When it goes wrong, you feel like cutting your throat, but you go on. You don't let anything get you down so much that it beats you or stops you.

The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

People do ask, 'Are you going to embellish this stuff?' I wouldn't change any of my guitar parts.

The upside of being in the closet is that you develop skills of duplicity, which are great for big-time politicians.

I just feel like when you fall in love you can't help who you fall in love with. You love who you love; it just is what it is.

Well, I have chlamydia. Thanks for this, Mom. Good class.

I don't think there would be many examples of South Africa pushing its weight around the African Continent. I don't think the facts would substantiate that argument.