I love rings, but I can't wear them. I mean, look at my knuckles. My fingers and joints are so swollen from years of playing. That means no wedding band, either. Luckily, I have a very understanding wife.

I love my wife to death. I mean my ex-wife.

Refreshen love is the maintainance of marriage.

My wife and I love each other very much.

I love a beautiful gown on stage, and luckily I've been fortunate to wear some amazing dresses.

For years [my wedding ring] has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.