The press is ferocious. It forgives nothing, it only hunts for mistakes. . . In my position anyone sane would have left a long time ago.
I was born a Love Goddess. My parents, Caesar and Joanne, always told me that I was a little Goddess and Petite Flower. I was a Petite Flower, and I had all these brothers who were always trying to boss me around. I told them, "No. You must kiss my hand or kiss my feet". That's how I became the Goddess.