I've always thrived on the encouragement of others.

My father's mother was from Liverpool and she had this very beautiful English china. I only wanted to drink my cocoa out of my grandmother's cup and saucer.

I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates.

It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies (p. 171).

I walk alone, assaulted it seems, by tears from heaven.

I actually had another motivation for letting Steven [Sebring] film us. After I'd been out of the public eye for 16 years, lost my friends and lost my husband, some of my confidence had been undermined. Steven made the process of filming fun; I could pretend that we were in something like Don't Look Back.

You're not a rock 'n' roll person four hours a day or even when you're on stage. It's become the rhythm of your whole life.