I sort of was good at writing essays. I was never very good at mathematics, and I was never very good at algebra. I loved science, but I wasn't sure of it.

I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.

You never came home for lunch: you just stayed doing, playing, having fun, surfing, running round.

I was often very, incredibly naughty, and if I didn't come home at tea time I used to be sent to bed without any dinner. But people used to bring me things: I was better fed in bed.

I learnt the theory of movement, which I still teach sometimes. I was very, very ambitious to learn a skill.

When I did Taming of the Shrew, I was very tired, and I decided to have a holiday and make a documentary.

If there was a distraction I'd get up and jump out the window. I was quite out of hand. In schools like that I don't think they expect that girls are going to behave in such an outrageous fashion.

I got through my teen years by being a bit of a clown.

Wherever the wings of love take me, that is my flare path and my way.

Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House.

I had a quick ear and could pick up languages.

I think if a story has a message it should be incidental and accidental, otherwise it leans too close to indoctrination.

I never minded George Steinbrenner spending obscene amounts of money to put the best product on the field.

How strange it seems that education, in practice, so often means suppression: that instead of leading the mind outward to the light of day it crowds things in upon it that darken and weary it.

I want your heart, I want to eat your children.

You know your the best when people you don't know hate you.

[General James Mattis] said, reading allows you to learn from other people's mistakes without filling body bags with the bodies of your soldiers as you learn on the battlefield.

Montefiore's impression of Jesus was wrong. Jesus loved the Pharisees, although He denounced them publicly. And I love the Communists, as well as their tools in the Church, although I denounce them.

It’s hard to make up your bed while you’re still sleeping in it. Hard to make up your mind for the same reason.

Life isn't a tiptoe through the tulips

I believe man will not merely endure, he will prevail...because he has a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.