Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.

When Charles first saw our child Mary, he said all the proper things for a new father. He looked upon the poor little red thing and blurted, "She's more beautiful than the Brooklyn Bridge."

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.

I'm leaving the screen because I don't think I am very good in the pictures and I have this beautiful dream that I'm elegant on the stage.

There is only one terminal dignity - love.

When it comes to staying tuned: if you rest, you rust.

There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.