I suppose I was about 20, and a crowd of us had been to a village hop and came back to make midnight cups of coffee. I was in the kitchen helping to dish up and having a fierce argument with one of the boys in the crowd when someone else interrupted to say: 'Of course Margaret, you will go into politics won't you?' I stopped dead. Suddenly it was crystalised for me. I knew.

Nothing is more obstinate than a fashionable consensus.

Don't Cry For Me, Argentina

If you want to cut your own throat, don't come to me for a bandage.

I have the money and they won't get their hands on it.

Is there conscience in the Kremlin? Do they ever ask themselves what is the purpose of life? What is it all for?... No. Their creed is barren of conscience, immune to the promptings of good and evil.

Let our children grow tall and some taller than others if they have it in them to do so.