My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?
There are two kinds of people: the ones who need to be told and the ones who figure it out all by themselves.
I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. I'm going to figure out what that is.
Because if you're prepared and you know what it takes, it's not a risk. You just have to figure out how to get there. There is always a way to get there.
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Sometimes the best way to figure out who you are is to get to that place where you don't have to be anything else.
Obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don't turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
First I lost my voice, then I lost my figure and then I lost Onassis.
Men are liars. We'll lie about lying if we have to. I'm an algebra liar. I figure two good lies make a positive.