Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?
Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.
My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress
I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.