I don't believe in convention at all. I do what I have to do to stay alive.

As far as I know, you can fancy someone, you can enjoy their company or you can wish them well. But what being in love is, I don't know.

Life was a funny thing that happened to me on the way to the grave.

It's no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying, 'Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer.' By then, pigs will be your style.

That's the only sense in which I've been lucky: I have the kind of face to which cosmetics could be applied.

I came first to America in 1977 at the invitation of a man who wanted to make my life story into a musical. But my agent said it was not to be and it was never done. So I went back, but I'd seen New York, and I wanted to live there. Because everybody talks to you in the street. See, nobody talks to you in England.

Fear and hatred do not seem to find expression in tears.