I'm a working woman of 80 trying to work out what the image I can project is. How I can do it with, you know, dignity.

I don't live for stuff and things, and if I had to live in a cardboard box, I would put curtains on it.

The money I've earned has enabled me to keep my life in my own hands. I had a terrific body, and I got paid for using it.

We're all works of art in progress.

You know, Italian-Hungarian - no matter how linear and cool I look on the outside, I have all that energy trying to find its way through life.

We were so poor that my mother would often leave me in a foster home until she could raise enough money to rent rooms for us.

My life has been amazing. How many other ladies of 76 can say that the snapshot on their senior citizen's card was taken by Norman Parkinson?