I worked at an ice cream parlor called Chadwicks. We wore old-timey outfits and had to bang a drum play a kazoo and sing 'Happy Birthday' to people while giving them free birthday sundaes. Lots of ice cream scooping and $1 tips.

Citizens thank you for all your birthday wishes. I am 88 years old today and still lucky to live in the greatest city in the world.

You know we'd just had a birthday he was... you know he still had a future out of him and all I can is he was just one of the most beautiful people in the world... a very gifted man and it's a loss to the world not just for us.

The reason I met my husband was because I remembered a friend's birthday. The moral of the story is: Remember people's birthdays.

I saw Richard Linklater's film 'Slacker' for my twenty-first birthday. That was the moment when it all seemed possible. This guy gave me hope.

I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives.

The day before my 16th birthday I got my guitar.

I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage.

John Candy knew he was going to die. He told me on his 40th birthday. He said well Maureen I'm on borrowed time.

All my favorite stars my family and my friends are here. I'm having the happiest birthday that an 18-year-old girl could ever have.