“Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can’t a woman be like that?”

England still will be here without you.

You see what happens today. Women act like men and want to be treated like women.

Just look at it. No wonder so many artists have come here and called it home. Brother.

Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

Thank heaven for little girls! For little girls get bigger every day.

Pull out the stopper! Let’s have a whopper! / But get me to the church on time!.

An Englishmans way of speaking absolutely classifies him.

If you can’t paint in Paris, you’d better give up and marry the boss’s daughter.

For a painter, the Mecca of the world for study, for inspiration, and for living is here on this star called Paris.

I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things I’ve never done before.

A third took the photographs. Another put the sketches in an exhibition, then into magazines, then in a book.

Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry.

We used to say that inside Cecil Beaton there was another Cecil Beaton sending out lots of little Cecils into the world. One did the sets, another did the costumes.

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

Back home everyone said I didn’t have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.

You have to sing loud and move wild with all that in back of you. Now, I don’t know how to perform any other way.

No sooner does the man come back from the holy waters that the old sins jump on his shoulders from the trees.

Its never to late to get back on your feet though we wont live forever make sure you accomplish what you were put here for

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

The Arab Spring I think we will look back whether it’s two years, five years, ten or fifteen. And say it’s a good thing.

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?” Grant asked me. What would I do? I’d beg.

She wouldn’t come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn’t come back here… but God, I wanted her to.

I’m portable. I carry a laptop and a little recording studio on my back.