I didn't know what to do with myself. I wasn't excited by the teaching of the school. If they'd been intent on really teaching you things, I would have been a little more attentive.

I got through my teen years by being a bit of a clown.

Any woman who marries an Italian must accept the undeniable fact that she has also married his mother.

I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.

Wherever the wings of love take me, that is my flare path and my way.

My mother felt it was time that I had some parental control, so I went off to America and went to New York.

I was often very, incredibly naughty, and if I didn't come home at tea time I used to be sent to bed without any dinner. But people used to bring me things: I was better fed in bed.