Two of the saddest words in the English language are, 'What party?' And L.A. is the 'What party?' capital of the world.
I knew what show business was, which was why I didn't want in on that action. I saw what happens! You get it, and then you lose it.
I have two moods. One is Roy, rollicking Roy, the wild ride of a mood. And Pam, sediment Pam, who stands on the shore and sobs... Sometimes the tide is in, sometimes it's out.
I was born into big celebrity. It could only diminish.
She has been more than a mother than me - not much, but definitely more... She's been an unsolicited stylist, interior decorator and marriage counselor... Admittedly, I found it difficult to share my mother with her adoring fans, who treated her like she was part of their family.
I always kept a diary - not a diary like, 'Dear Diary, we got up at 5 A.M., and I wore the weird hair again and that white dress! Hi-yeee!' I'd just write.
Everything is negotiable. Whether or not the negotiation is easy is another thing.
I waited for my daughter, Billie, to come to me with her troubles - but I'm glad I didn't hold my breath.
I have a chemical imbalance that, in its most extreme state, will lead me to a mental hospital.
Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to me.
There were days I could barely struggle into a size 46 or 48, months of larges and XXLs, and endless rounds of leggings with the elastic at the waist stretched to its limit and beyond - topped with the fashion equivalent of a tea cozy. And always black, because I was in mourning for my slimmer self.
I outlasted my problems.
I overheard people saying, 'She thinks she's so great because she's Debbie Reynolds' daughter!' And I didn't like it; it made me different from other people, and I wanted to be the same.
My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.
