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.

They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.

I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.

I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.

My agent tells me I am drawing the largest salary ever paid in the halls of England. Wonderful, isn't it? for a quiet, rural gardener like myself.

Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?

You wouldn't believe how the town was named for me. I was met by the whole population, headed by the mayor.