When I love somebody, I like him to be around; I like him to take me out to dinner; I like to look at the sunset with him. But if not, I love him and I hope he's looking at the same sun I am. Loving someone liberates the lover as well as the beloved. And that kind of love comes with age. Some of this wisdom came to me after I was 50 or 60.

The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself.

On this platform of peace, we can create a language to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

Most people don't grow up. It's too damn difficult. What happens is most people get older.

I speak a number of languages, but none are more beautiful to me than English.

Home is a refuge not only from the world, but a refuge from my worries, my troubles, my concerns. I like beautiful things around me. I like to be beautiful because it delights my eyes and my soul is lifted up.

I am convinced that most people do not grow up ... our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.