Never dress down for the poor. They won’t respect you for it. They want their First Lady to look like a million dollars.

I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.

Never dress down for the poor. They won’t respect you for it. They want their First Lady to look like a million dollars.

I have a different way of thinking. I think synergistically. I’m not linear in thinking, I’m not very logical.

God is love. I have loved. Therefore, I will go to heaven.

If you know how much you’ve got, you probably haven’t got much.

They call me corrupt, frivolous. I am not at all privileged. Maybe the only privileged thing is my face. And corrupt? God! I would not look like this if I am corrupt. Some ugliness would settle down on my system.

People say I’m extravagant because I want to be surrounded by beauty. But tell me, who wants to be surrounded by garbage?

Continuous persecution of widows and orphans is a crime. Even the Bible says there is a specific place in hell for those who oppress widows.

Win or lose, we go shopping after the election.

I hate ugliness. You know I’m allergic to ugliness.

Life is not a matter of place, things or comfort; rather, it concerns the basic human rights of family, country, justice and human dignity.

We practically own everything in the Philippines.

I get so tired listening to one million dollars here, one million dollars there, it’s so petty.

Doesn’t the fight for survival also justify swindle and theft? In self defence, anything goes.

The problems with First Ladies is that you have to set the standard. My role is to be both star and slave.

I was no Marie Antoinette. I was not born to nobility, but I had a human right to nobility.

Filipinos want beauty. I have to look beautiful so that the poor Filipinos will have a star to look at from their slums.

It’s the rich you can terrorize. The poor have nothing to lose.

My husband does not like me to give interviews because I say too much. No talk, no trouble.

If you know how rich you are, you are not rich. But me, I am not aware of the extent of my wealth. That’s how rich we are.

I did not have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty.

When they see me holding fish, they can see that I am comfortable with kings as well as with paupers.

My dreams have become puny with the reality my life has become.

I am First Lady by accident. I was not elected by the people but here I am.