This is one night I wish I smoked and drank.

I've been accused of being cold, snobbish, distant. Those who know me well know that I’m nothing of the sort. If anything, the opposite is true. But is it too much to ask to want to protect your private life, your inner feelings? Lots of things touch me and I don’t want to be indiscreet.

I’ve always treated my children as beings in their own right. I respect their feelings and aspirations entirely.

Emancipation of women has made them lose their mystery.

I've had happy moments in my life, but I don't think that happiness-- being happy-- is a perpetual state that anyone can be in. Life isn't that way.

I don't like yelling and fighting, and I can't quarrel.

It would be very sad if children had no memories before those of school. What they need most is the love and attention of their mother.