I was quite a shy child. I would get terribly nervous and throw up before my birthday party. And then I would be fine. I feel the same now. I get nervous then it's fine.

We didn't have a whole lot of money when I was growing up either. I would always ask for magic books or magic tricks for my birthday or for Christmas and the rest of the year I either had to mow lawns or find part time jobs to help supplement the cost of doing magic.

Interventions are really emotionally exhausting and I would never ever want to have one. In the same way I would never want to have a surprise birthday party. That would be horrible.

I want a chainsaw very badly because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday but I think I'll probably be given jewelry instead.

My ace in the hole as a human being used to be my capacity for remembering birthdays. I worked at it. Whenever I made a new friend I made a point of finding out his or her birthday early on and I would record it in my Filofax calendar.

This is a wonderful way to celebrate an 80th birthday... I wanted to be 65 again but they wouldn't let me - Homeland Security.

I'm amazed. When I was 40 I thought I'd never make 50. And at 50 I thought the frosting on the cake would be 60. At 60 I was still going strong and enjoying everything.

Would ye both eat your cake and have your cake?

To my surprise my 70s are nicer than my 60s and my 60s than my 50s and I wouldn't wish my teens and 20s on my enemies.

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

If being an attractive woman got you attention for directing then the entire 'best director' category would be comprised of models. To me that is just the most ludicrous connection that you could make.

The cat could very well be man's best friend but would never stoop to admitting it.

At some point I would like to write a book and other things but I work best when there is some sort of deadline in my own mind but not when fifty people or fifty million people are breathing down the back of my neck.

I wouldn't say I was the best manager in the business. But I was in the top one.

Nobody until very recently would have thought that their husband was supposed to be their best friend confidante intellectual soul mate co-parent inspiration.

That's what liberalism is all about is promoting incompetence on the basis it's fair because people would be the best if they weren't discriminated against.

I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best she could with the talent she had.