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.

There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion.

The most important thing is to enjoy your life - to be happy - it's all that matters.

If I'm honest I have to tell you I still read fairy-tales and I like them best of all.

How shall I sum up my life? I think I've been particularly lucky. Does that have something to do with faith also? I know my mother always used to say, 'Good things aren't supposed to just fall in your lap. God is very generous, but he expects you to do your part first.' So you have to make that effort. But at the end of a bad time or a huge effort, I've always had - how shall I say it? - the prize at the end. My whole life shows that.

Never regret anything that makes you smile.

The more there is, the less I want. The more man flies to the moon, the more I want to look at a tree.