Shut up. I love her. I love her spider lashes and her sequined pantsuits and her gay husbands and her Fosse numbers and jazz hands (GOD do I love her jazz hands) and her total unwillingness to take herself seriously and become one of those terminally boring society matrons, so today (and every day) all our fierceness belong to Liza.
” I’m fine, and my hips are fine. My false knee is fine. My false hips are fine. Everything’s cooking.”
” I believe all drunks go to heaven, because they’ve been through hell on Earth. ”
” Dream on it. Let your mind take you to places you would like to go, and then think about it and plan it and celebrate the possibilities. And don’t listen to anyone who doesn’t know how to dream.”
” Reality is something you rise above.”
” What I’m saying is that I tried very hard to give them my reality and my reality is kind of interesting.“