My mother wanted me to be friends only with children she considered socially suitable.

I had lots of opportunities to survive this [popularity] madness. Madame de Staël said, "Glory is the bright mourning of happiness."

If I upset some notions and went against established rules, that wasn't part of what I wanted to do. It wasn't my goal.

I have the courage of my convictions.

Human cruelty knows no limits and that one needs immense courage and a will of iron to help others understand that animals are made of flesh and blood like us, that they suffer the same pains as us, that they deserve the same respect as us and that their continuous slaughter should not be part of human entertainment.

I tried to make myself as pretty as possible and even then I thought I was ugly. I found it madly difficult to go out, to show myself.

I have never put a gun to anyone's head to obligate him to marry me.