You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That's how I've done it. There's no other way.

I've only slept with men I've been married to. How many women can make that claim?

I have a woman's body and a child's emotions.

I don't have a set pattern. I take things as they come. Usually with a great amount of relish. I just lay back and wait for it to happen. And it usually does.

Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye.

I haven't read any of the autobiographies about me.

Marriage is a great institution.