Being a psychologist did enable me to maintain objectivity.

There is a probably natural and learned reticence with myself talking about my early life.

There seems to be this impression that if I really am a psychotherapist, I cant be serious about it. They think there must be something fishy going on.

So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.

I grew up in the suburbs of Sydney, an arid kind of place, but every day I took the ferry across the harbour to get to school. I'd watch the ships coming in and going out.

There was a special challenge in describing the awful childhood of a person who happens to be my own husband. It was very painful at times, for both of us.

I loved my life, but my choices were overloading and overwhelming me. Listening to inner feelings and fulfilling some of these urges when they come along is incredibly important.

Most people who went about saying a ghost had poked them with a brolly would be locked up somewhere.

When I came off the boat I was very proud of the thick calluses which had developed on my feet. But now, I am struggling to get into my favourite high heels which is a shame, as I have so many.

Perfect objectivity is always impossible, no matter who writes a person's biography.

There's been a number of erroneous biographies, articles and so on written about Billy and we both thought it would be a good idea to produce a true one.

Inspiration comes of working every day.

No one can change a person, but a person can be the reason someone changes.

Marriage can bore you but there is a fortitude that comes from it, too. When you need to lean on it, you are so thankful that you can.

Life is about the adventures you take and the memories you make. So travel often and live life with open eyes and an open heart.

The moment we believe that success is determined by an ingrained level of ability as opposed to resilience and hard work, we will be brittle in the face of adversity.

Change is the only constant. Learn to surf your life instead of planting your feet.

As a dancer I've always checked my body constantly; 'Am I having a good day or am I having a fat day?'

Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.

It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.

Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment.