I realised long ago that skirts are hopeless. Anytime I hear a man say he prefers a woman in a skirt, I say, 'Try one. Try a skirt.'

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

I wear my sort of clothes to save me the trouble of deciding which clothes to wear.

Never complain. Never explain.

In some ways I've lived my life like a man, made my own decisions, etc. I've been as terrified as the next person, but you've got to keep going.

Silence the artist and you have silenced the most articulate voice the people have.

I have had twenty years of perfect companionship with a man among men. He is a rock and a protection. I have never regretted it.