As a matter of fact, I rather feel like expressing myself now.

I never thought I'd land in pictures with a face like mine.

No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

It's that wonderful old-fashioned idea that others come first and you come second. This was the whole ethic by which I was brought up. Others matter more than you do, so 'don't fuss, dear; get on with it.'

And...I think that's what life is all about, actually, about children and flowers.

There is a shade of red for every woman.

Is there anything more important than a child?