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.

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

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.

We're all works of art in progress.

Even with a computer, I can't get rid of all the papers in my life.

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

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.