...perhaps that is what ultimately unites us as a world: the fact that, no matter how prosperous a nation, how developed, all share the plight and embarrassment of having so many suffering children. We are united by our neglect, our abuse, our absence of love. Have we forgotten about the children, and thus forsaken the next generation?

It's sad if people think that's (homemaking) a dull existance, [but] you can't just buy an apartment and furnish it and walk away. It's the flowers you choose, the music you play, the smile you have waiting. I want it to be gay and cheerful, a haven in this troubled world. I don't want my husband and children to come home and find a rattled woman. Our era is already rattled enough, isn't it?

I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.

I have learnt how to live…how to be in the world and of the world, and not just to stand aside and watch.

The 'Third World' is a term I don't like very much, because we're all one world. I want people to know that the largest part of humanity is suffering.

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!

I've been lucky. Opportunities don't often come along. So, when they do, you have to grab them.