We're all works of art in progress.

I have had more magazine covers in the last 25 years than I have had in my whole elongated career. [...] Today I am in a territory that business considers unmarketable: age and white hair. Slowly, however, I started to own that territory little by little because I stood up for age.

My mother was harsh and constantly told me I had jug ears and heaven knows what else. But she was devoted and a hard worker.

Fashion matters to the degree that it is, for the sighted person, the first language we speak to each other. We are... "judge" is a very harsh word, but we're taking in and we're evaluating. Who is this person? What do I have in common? Do I respect them? All of that is that unspoken visual impact.

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?

If you had the ceiling falling down in your living room, would you not go and have a repair?