I live like a monk: with one toothbrush, one cake of soap, and a pot of cream.
I was always sad as a child, for as long as I can think back. I hated crowds of people, and used to sit in a corner by myself, just thinking.
It is bitter to think of one's best years disappearing in this unpolished country.
I want to be left alone.
My talents fall within definite limitations. I am not as versatile an actress as some think.
Gimme a visky with a ginger ale on the side - and don't be stinchy, beby.