I've put in as many as 40 weeks a year on stage. It is lonely and restricted, as all artistic life must necessarily be.
It was so kind of you to mention that I don't wear stays. What's the point? If you squeeze it in at one point, it only comes out at the other.
Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.
After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.
The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?