Do let him read the papers. But not while you accusingly tiptoe around the room, or perch much like a silent bird of prey on the edge of your most uncomfortable chair. (He will read them anyway, and he should read them, so let him choose his own good time.) Don't make a big exit. Just go. But kiss him quickly, before you go, otherwise he might think you are angry; he is used to suspecting he is doing something wrong.

In Europe, it doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman - we make love with anyone we find attractive.

[On Orson Welles:] When I talk to him, I feel like a plant that's been watered.

Soft drinks: The gooey, bubbly sea drowning our American children.

I, personally, liked the legend.

...it gives you the impression that every day is Sunday.

Lover's words: “How beautiful you are, now that you love me.”