[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!

I love to be in my bathroom with my candles lit morning noon and night. I like taking hot baths and hot showers using my body scrubs and lotions.

Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame.

If you have knowledge let others light their candles in it.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

I like doing food as a focal point on my table. It is not like going out and buying flowers or candles which are expensive.

I get uncomfortable when people give me presents and watch me open them. I don't have birthday parties because the idea of a group of people singing and looking at me while I'm blowing out candles gives me hives.

You know maybe I was just born in the wrong time but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.

You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.

I can't live without my beauty products. I love to be in my bathroom with my candles lit morning noon and night. I like taking hot baths and hot showers using my body scrubs and lotions.