I am sometimes disappointed, but I love my life ... and I must believe that the disappointments contribute something to what I love.

In my ideal life, I am ... If there's something on the list that I am not, I must ask myself if it's really me. And if it is, I must ask myself why I'm not manifesting it. When I see what's standing in my way, I can move beyond it.

To make love to an English woman, only becomes interesting after she has cought a cold. The coughing makes that she will move a little.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

I've been getting rid of some clutter — anything that doesn't serve a positive purpose in my life — and making room for things that feel happy to me. Because I get to make my life whatever I want it to be. I get to make the room feel however I want it to feel. I get to make the closet as full or as spacious as I want it. And, if I have more clutter to get rid of after Christmas, I'm not going to wait a year, or two or three to do it.

Sometimes, I think that I love life so much, that I make death jealous...