I'm so secretive that when someone asks me, Hey, can you keep a secret? I say That's none of your business.
If you keep your feathers well oiled the water of criticism will run off as from a duck's back.
Yeah Ernie, its called defense, I mean I wouldn't know anything about it personally but I've heard about it through the grapevine.
Man, you weigh a freaking ton," he told me. "What've you been eating, rocks?" "Why, is your head missing some?" I croaked. His mouth almost quirked in a smile, and that's when I knew how upset he'd been
People can criticise me all day long. It just washes off me. You might as well be talking to a wall.
If you keep asking me questions, I will continue to find excuses.
So much of Sue Sylvester, the angry woman, came from that part of my life, wanting to crush other people's dreams and judging others so harshly, which is always just a way of deflecting your own self-judgment.
Everyone has issues, but they're always talking about my issues.
Someone said to me, "Hey, what's it like kissing Marilyn Monroe?" I said, "It's like kissing Hitler. What are you doing asking me such a stupid question?"
All I do is have fun. When I'm not working, it's about making people laugh. I love making jokes about things. Even when someone's mad at me, I'll deflect anger with humor. My days are filled with laughter. If I'm not laughing, I'm not happy.
I'm not great at taking compliments because I always find the thing I could do better.
