We used to say that inside Cecil Beaton there was another Cecil Beaton sending out lots of little Cecils into the world. One did the sets, another did the costumes. A third took the photographs. Another put the sketches in an exhibition, then into magazines, then in a book.

I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things I've never done before.

Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.

Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?

Back home everyone said I didn't have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

A schedule so tight that it would only work if I didn't sleep on Monday nights.