What A Fool I Was To Come

Technicolor Makes Me Look Like Death Warmed Over.

I'd Marry Again If I Found A Man Who Had Fifteen Million Dollars, Would Sign Over Half To Me, And Guarantee That He'd Be Dead Within A Year.

One Can Make More Enemies As A Female With A Brain, I Think.

Success Only Breeds A New Goal

To Fulfill A Dream, To Be Allowed To Sweat Over Lonely Labor, To Be Given A Chance To Create, Is The Meat And Potatoes Of Life. The Money Is The Gravy.