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.

As I approach my 88th birthday it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears among other appurtenances aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.

The first guitar I ever got was for my 13th birthday.

I'm over the moon to be involved in the 'Doctor Who' Christmas special. I can't quite believe it as it's a part of the family tradition at the Jenkins household. I heard the news that I got the role on my 30th birthday and it was the best birthday present ever.