Give Me Life, Give Me

I Don't Really Cook. There Are Caterers, And My Husband Cooks.

An Interview Will Seem Very Sane To Me, And I'll Find Out That The Journalist Was Laughing Out Of The Side Of His Mouth Half Of The Time.

God Sometimes You Just Don't Come Through, Do You Need A Woman To Look After You?

I'm A Conduit For Telling People's Stories. It's A Privilege.

If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy, Hippie-dippy Airhead I Will Shove My Crystals Up Your Ass.