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

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

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.

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

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.

I believe that if you took privacy and you said, I’m willing to give up all of my privacy to be secure. So you weighted it as a zero.

If you imagine the world listening, you’ll never write a line. That’s why privacy is so important. You should write first drafts as if they will never be shown to anyone.

I shall never write an autobiography, I’m much too jealous of my privacy for that.

And if you do the latter, you’re not so worried about the everyday trivialities of life, for example, petty concerns about secrecy or privacy.

We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.

I do not believe the government has the right to investigate somebody’s private life.

It’s dangerous when people are willing to give up their privacy.

My external sensations are no less private to my self than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside… the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.