Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never happened or couldn't possibly have happened.
I don't miss my pin-up days. I'm far too old for that malarkey.
The more I read about feeding times, sleep times and waking-up times, the more inadequate and miserable I felt.
What's so brave about being bald? I've not fought for my country or found the cure for cancer - I've just gone out without my hat on!
I don't think I'm that intelligent. I think I'm semi-intelligent.
Every day I do something that freaks me out.
Usually I trundle about in trainers and baggy jeans, looking about as attractive as a potato.
I'm intensely private, and I've openly shown annoyance at the paparazzi. That's served in the past to create an image of me where I'm always frowning or looking angry.
Lightness of movement is the cardinal demand one has to make on a dancer.
You know, they ask me if I were on a desert island and I knew nobody would ever see what I wrote, would I go on writing. My answer is most emphatically yes. I would go on writing for company. Because I'm creating an imaginary-it's always imaginary-world in which I would like to live.
Dean Swift proposed to tax beauty, and to leave every lady to rate her own charms; he said the tax would be cheerfully paid and very productive.