I’m post-menopausal. I have nothing but time. Post-menopausal do not sleep. You obviously don’t know one. We get about three hours of sleep a night and the rest of the time we have to do something productive with our time.
If you can do something with your eyes closed, it is time to try something new.
Trust takes one second to lose and a lifetime to rebuild.
Twenty-four hours is never enough for a busy person and way too much for somebody with nothing to do.
I hate politics, hate deals, and deal-making, hate meeting with attorneys and agents.
Miracles is the sort of book that once you’ve read it you’ll wonder where it’s been all your life.
We’re imperfect people trapped in an imperfect world until we get to that place beyond.
We heard stories about fakery and decoys at revivals. I never personally saw any trickery.
I did feel from day one that I was a born performer.
There was no way we’d ever get spoiled. Daddy made sure to instill in us a work ethic.
For many people religion can be so easy they stumble right over it.
For every sleazeball in the business there are plenty of decent and wonderful people.
Life seemed so simple and joyous when I was growing up.
Mom thinks I live in this dream world where everybody’s Ivana Trump.
Over the years my mom has become a self-taught Biblical scholar.
People were referring to me as the new Anita Bryant. Anita would get a little jealous.
When I was almost 13 I was ripe for religion. I was actually just plain ripe.
To me an audition is 30 crazed people in a room waiting to be axed.
I would never want to hurt anyone by writing a book.
A two-career couple with children is a complex, sensitive piece of machinery with lots of moving parts. Anything less than total cooperation will throw it out of whack and shut it down. A couple can wind up paying the ultimate price for trying to have it all – losing it all.
To this day I do not believe I’m great at anything.