Life Is Too Short To Work So

I Loved Fencing And Dancing And Elocution.

I've Always Been Mad About Cats.

I Don't Know What That Method Is. Acting Is Life, To Me, And Should Be.

A Lucky Thing Eva Peron Was. She Died At 32. I'm Already 45.

I Realize That The Memories I Cherish Most Are Not The First Night Successes, But Of Simple, Everyday Things: Walking Through Our Garden In The Country After Rain; Sitting Outside A Cafe In Provence, Drinking The Vin De Pays; Staying At A Little Hotel In An English Market Town With Larry, In The Early Days After Our Marriage, When He Was Serving In The Fleet Air Arm, And I Was Touring Scotland, So That We Had To Make Long Treks To Spend Weekends Together.