Los Angeles is such a town of show business and I'm a terrible celebrity. I find it difficult - it's the beast that must be fed. There's this big wheel of pictures and articles that goes around and you get pinned on it.

In politics strangely enough the best way to play your cards is to lay them face upwards on the table.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods if angels fell aspiring to be angels men rebel.

This is so cliche but my beauty icon would have to be Angelina Jolie. She looks like she wears natural makeup but she's still beautiful.

Beauty the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

My beauty icon is Angelina Jolie.

One night I'll be in Los Angeles and it'll be a Latin crowd and then another night I'll go to Fresno and it'll be an all-black crowd. To me that's the beauty of the music.

Los Angeles is like a beauty parlor at the end of the universe.

I was never an ambitious girl or even a self-confident one. I never went in for beauty pageants or wore a stitch of make-up until I went to Los Angeles.

You can have a laugh in Los Angeles or you can weep in Los Angeles depending on your attitude towards it.