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

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.

I was a hard worker, and I always knew my lines.

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

I spoke French a bit, and I could speak a bit of this and that, and when you were taught those things by people who couldn't really do it, you can do some pretty wonderfully, imaginative horrific things to teachers.

I had a quick ear and could pick up languages.

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