Transformation is something I cannot explain - too much analysis might destroy it.

I have to say that since my mother died, I am not the same person anymore. My life has changed a great deal because it's really unbearable to think you can't see her anymore or talk to her anymore.

I have never judged myself by other people’s standards. I have always expected a great deal of myself, and if I fail, I fail myself.

You really have to be satisfied with what you are and accept from life what it still very generously offers you - and notice it, and be glad for it.

I am lucky. I had a very beautiful mother.

At the dressing table, every woman has a chance to be an artist, and art, as Aristotle said, 'completes what nature left unfinished.'

Until you lose your mother you don't know what it is.