I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.
I don't listen to anybody's full record anymore and when I did, I don't think I listened to the whole record. I'm sorry, and I don't care who it is, if it's the Beatles, I can't listen to an hour and a half of anybody straight so I guess that's just ...
I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.
I am 58 and it's difficult for people to gauge my age.
I am not a rabid partisan.
I am an optimist and have always been one.
I am a pupil of Pissarro.
I am a doctor, a real doctor.
I am an economist, not an astrologer.
I'm not a hypochondriac, but my gynaecologist firmly believes I am.
I am a big barbecue-sauce guy.
I am better at math than spelling.
I am a direct person.
I am for lowering taxes.
I am not an actress.
My problem is desserts. I am obsessed with desserts.
I'm not a cynic. I am a realist.
Look, I am very competitive.
I am a very talented belcher. Very deep and bassy.
I am so stereotyped into being this Hollywood girl.
I am also really into religious artifacts.
