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.

A fair share of anything is starvation diet to an egomaniac.

I am told that you regret not what you did but what you didn't do; and so that's why I do everything, so as not to have any regrets.

There is no need to do any housework at all. After the first four years the dirt doesn't get any worse.

Whenever we confront an unbridled desire we are surely in the presence of a tragedy-in-the-making.

I like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in.

It is explained that all relationships require a little give and take. This is untrue. Any partnership demands that we give and give and give and at the last, as we flop into our graves exhausted, we are told that we didn't give enough.