Once upon a time, there was a Magic Kingdom made of hopes and childhood fantasies. A timeless place where every land was filled with wonder. A place where everyone who entered its gates would be given the gift of the young at heart.

Once in a while I experience an emotion onstage that is so gut-wrenching, so heart-stopping, that I could weep with gratitude and joy. The feeling catches and magnifies so rapidly that it threatens to engulf me.

On the whole, I think women wear too much and are to fussy. You can't see the person for all the clutter.

Well it's all right to cry. It helps a great deal sometimes.

My sense of the family history is somewhat sketchy, because my mother kept a great deal to herself.

If you remain calm in the midst of great chaos, it is the surest guarantee the it will eventually subside

Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly.