Can you imagine wot it was like. All the girls gettin' luvly figgers and me stayin' flat as a pancake? It was no fun, I tell you.

Back in the '60s, there was a car sticker that read, 'Forget Oxfam, Feed Twiggy,' but I ate like a horse.

My weakness is chocolate - especially butterscotch and nut varieties.

You won't often find me in a pair of killer heels: my heel height doesn't rise above two and a half inches, as I would just fall over!

The sixties were a time when ordinary people could do extraordinary things . . . !

It is no longer acceptable to ignore the suffering, and designers must take responsibility for the way that their fur is produced.

I’m just mad for San Francisco. It is like London and Paris stacked on top of each other.