“Even when I jog, I need a place to get to.”

All the praise I received couldn’t substitute for the praise I had never received from my mother at home.

I never like other people to clean for me. I don’t want them to invade my own privacy.

To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.

Everybody asks me, ‘So, what are you doing now?’ Why must I be doing something? All my life I’ve been doing something.

Men go after me, and I choose among them.

I’m not conniving – that has a pejorative context. I’m not sitting in back rooms making deals. That’s not my style.

You can’t be beautiful and hate because hate is a corroding disease and affects the way you look. … You can’t hide it – ever. It shows in your eyes. It warps your expression. It affects your character, your personality.

All my life I’ve been doing. For now, I’m being — being quiet, being grateful.

I’ve lived through a lifetime of crises and survived.

You’ve got to love people, places, ideas; you’ve got to live with mind, body, soul; you’ve got to be committed; there is no life on the side-lines.