If you lead a simple life, and that story is written, then that story will not satisfy. It needs an angle. Suppose there is no angle?
My life isn’t theories and formulae. It’s part instinct, part common sense. Logic is as good a word as any, and I’ve absorbed what logic I have from everything and everyone… from my mother, from training as a ballet dancer, from Vogue magazine, from the laws of life and health and nature.
Actually, depravity can be terribly boring if you don't smoke or drink.
Is there anything more important than a child?
Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it in all at once.
How shall I sum up my life? I think I've been particularly lucky. Does that have something to do with faith also? I know my mother always used to say, 'Good things aren't supposed to just fall in your lap. God is very generous, but he expects you to do your part first.' So you have to make that effort. But at the end of a bad time or a huge effort, I've always had - how shall I say it? -the prize at the end. My whole life shows that.
And...I think that's what life is all about, actually, about children and flowers.
We all want to be loved, don't we? Everyone looks for a way of finding love. It's a constant search for affection in every walk of life.
Promise me one thing: don't take me home until I'm drunk - very drunk indeed.
