I love things that are indescribable, like the taste of an avocado or the smell of a gardenia.
I like to stay home a lot. I like to do other things too, like decorate or build.
Why is it men are permitted to be obsessed about their work, but women are only permitted to be obsessed about men?
My biggest nightmare is I'm driving home and get sick and go to hospital. I say: 'Please help me.' And the people say: 'Hey, you look like...' And I'm dying while they're wondering whether I'm Barbra Streisand.
They're called 'angels' because they're in heaven until the reviews come out.
I don't care what you say about me. Just be sure to spell my name wrong.
Why does a woman work ten years to change a man's habits and then complain that he's not the man she married?