So-called designer bags are useless, and most are also ugly, faddish and overpriced. Pared down and sleek is always best.

I mean, even my dressing room at the studio has candles and cushions and cashmere rugs and things.

Age is just a number. It's totally irrelevant unless, of course, you happen to be a bottle of wine.

I've spent years when I've not been in the limelight at all and I'm perfectly happy living my life without being swooped on by paparazzi.

The problem with beauty is that it's like being born rich and getting poorer.

But I have had to give up certain things in my life. One is shopping. Two is lunch with the girls. Three is cocktail parties, and four is studying my lines.

The secret of having a personal life is not answering too many questions about it.

It's no one's fault to be born ugly, but, honestly, must it be worn as a symbol of pride?

I don't look my age, I don't feel my age and I don't act my age. To me age is just a number.

I'm extremely happy in my life. I consider myself to be very blessed.

Life is not life unless you make mistakes

The teacher should be like the conductor in the orchestra, not the trainer in the circus.

And although Frieda B. didn't feel it inside, the belief of her friend gave her courage to try.

I would rather have your friendship than the love of any other woman in the world.

The safest way to ensure diversity of opinion is diverse ownership. But this ideal has been sacrificed by our government.

I have nothing against diamonds, or rubies or emeralds or sapphires. I do object when their acquisition is complicit in the debasement of children or the destruction of a country.

Help someone in distress and you lighten your own burden; the very joy of alleviating the sorrow of another is the lessening of one's own.

Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited.

Saddam was tranquillised when captured ... He would be a lion even when caged. Every honest person who knows Saddam knows that he is firm and powerful.

I love that smell of the emissions!

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!