straightway like a bell Came low and clear The slow, sad murmur of the distant seas
Jim Bakker is an extremely talented preacher, if he would just get it together.
I'd definitely pose nude again. No qualms. I actually had my breasts done again. Just updated, like new tires.
If he wants to blow his head off, let him. I don't give a damn about Jim Bakker.
Tammy Faye said, I am so happy that Jessica Hahn is so ugly, because now I don't feel so bad.
Michael Jackson asked me to sign a Playboy. I was more than happy to.
My dad used to flush my mother's head down the toilet. I was so screwed up.
There is a complete difference between art and the art market. Prices are high now for the simple reason that there are people are willing to pay them. The market dominates the art world today because at the moment collectors call the shots. Like everything else that won't last forever.
If I'm hip, we've got a problem in this country. I really shouldn't be held up as any model of hipness. If anything, I think I'm sort of old school in my approach to objective reporting and not wearing my opinion on my sleeve. There's a lot of that in American TV news these days. Too much, in fact.
It was long after midnight and the stars looked damp and chilly; the air was full of the busy silence of the night, which is created by hundreds of small furry things treading very carefully in the hope of finding dinner while avoiding being the main course.
Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.