If you lead a simple life, and that story is written, then that story will not satisfy. It needs an angle. Suppose there is no angle?

I am not beautiful. My mother once called me an ugly duckling. But,listed separately, I have a few good features.

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

People associate me with a time when movies were pleasant, when women wore pretty dresses in films and you heard beautiful music. I always love it when people write me and and say 'I was having a rotten time, and I walked into a cinema and saw one of your movies, and it made such a difference.'

If we are meant to "love thy neighbor as theyself," then surely we should love the world's children as our own.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain's very important. That's when Paris smells its sweetest. It's the damp chestnut trees.