I don’t like Bush. I don’t trust him. I don’t like his record. He’s stupid. He’s lazy.
To me marriage is for five or ten years.
My mother was the most creative, fantastic person and would come up with great things for us to do. She’d buy art supplies and all of us would sit around painting. I was lucky.
I would have gone home to my mother, but I’m not that crazy about my mother.
I’m still friends with all my exes, apart from my husbands.
I know it sounds weird, but how bad, how hard can dying be?
I went through absolute stress and mayhem. I couldn’t go out, because people were constantly on my back all the time.
I won’t be able to do what I’m doing forever. There aren’t that many scripts floating around for fifty-year-old chicks.
I’m not old-fashioned.
I have a problem with religion that makes it so, like, ‘We are the ones. We are the chosen ones.’
I keep coming back because I have no place else to go. What else would I do? I love to sing.
I kill myself for my body.
I know I’m not supposed to have any opinions about politics, because I’m famous.
I’m just the worst little Buddhist in town.
Anyone who’s a great kisser I’m always interested in.