I'm loath to do interviews. What comes out is generally not what I meant or thought I was saying or thought they were asking.

We're all works of art in progress.

I didn't marry to have children. I married to have a relationship, and I was blessed with one child. I was an only child, too - my mother was smarter than most women today; she just had me.

I'm a working woman of 80 trying to work out what the image I can project is. How I can do it with, you know, dignity.

My mother was harsh and constantly told me I had jug ears and heaven knows what else. But she was devoted and a hard worker.

As a model, I didn't have an identity; I was a chameleon, a silent actress. I was an amorphous thing. I wasn't full of personality, I was full of solitude and solemnity. I wasn't a cover-girl type.

I don't live for stuff and things, and if I had to live in a cardboard box, I would put curtains on it.

There’s always a boyfriend... Whatever else I have to give up on, I won’t give up on love.

My life has been amazing. How many other ladies of 76 can say that the snapshot on their senior citizen's card was taken by Norman Parkinson?

We were so poor that my mother would often leave me in a foster home until she could raise enough money to rent rooms for us.

The money I've earned has enabled me to keep my life in my own hands. I had a terrific body, and I got paid for using it.

The perfection of Christian character depends wholly upon the grace and strength found alone in God.

Let no man posture as an advocate of peace if he proposes or supports any social system that initiates the use of force against individual men, in any form.

In some ways, you get to find your voice better in [a sequel] because you have to define how you're doing it differently.

Everybody wants a sensational story.

Most teachers are not trained in how boys and girls learn differently.

So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.

I'm afraid I take ... this rather clinical view of love: it's saving you from madness. I'm not so enthusiastic as other poets have been.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

Everything we do is motivated by love. Even fear and hate are born of love. So be careful what you love.