When I was larger, people said I was fat. Now that I've lost weight, they say I died.

My father would lift me high. And dance with my mother and me and then. Spin me around til I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he would carry me and I knew for sure I was loved.

The best things in life are free

One look in your eyes and there I see just what you mean to me. Here in my heart I believe your love is all I'll ever need

Superman can fly high way up in the sky 'cause we believe he can. So what we choose to believe can always work out fine...It's all in the mind.

The best part is still ahead of me - I haven't experienced my 'good old days' yet.

Whenever I say goodbye its never for long because I believe in the power of love.

I'd like to be remembered as a premier singer of songs, not just a popular act of a given period.

I feel a sense of sadness and joy. Mostly sadness though about what I've experienced and sadness about what others have experienced in reference to the stroke.

How I'd love, love, love, to dance with my Father again.

All through school, I was losing hundreds of pounds in school, so that's a journey - that's an old journey. I'm tired of that. I know that road.

Only the supernatural love of God through changed lives can solve the problems that we face in our world.

I believe modeling is a combination of natural talent, the ability to adapt to different situations, hard work, and, most importantly, luck.

I would like to do more dramas when I find a good role that will allow me to politely upset people's expectations of me as a comic actor.

Thought the mind can justify itself faster than the speed of light, it can be stopped through the act of writing.

I wake up ready to right and I feel like I'm on the right side of history every day.

Making a film is like putting out a fire with sieve. There are so many elements, and it gets so complicated.

The cat is such a perfect symbol of beauty and superiority that is seems scarcely possible for any true aesthete and civilized cynic to do other than to worship it.

We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.

When will conventional good manners become attractive? When will ladies of fashion exhibit their shoulders a little less and their affability and wit a little more?

Life is a hailstorm of distractions. It's not the monster that stops us but the mosquito.