I Never Think Of Myself

For Beautiful Hair, Let A Child Run His Or Her Fingers Through It Once A Day.

I Am Not Beautiful. My Mother Once Called Me An Ugly Duckling. But,listed Separately, I Have A Few Good Features.

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.

This Is What You Do On Your Very First Day In Paris. You Get Yourself, Not A Drizzle, But Some Honest-to-goodness Rain, And You Find Yourself Someone Really Nice And Drive Her Through The Bois De Boulogne In A Taxi. The Rain's Very Important. That's When Paris Smells Its Sweetest. It's The Damp Chestnut Trees.

It's Sad If People Think That's (homemaking) A Dull Existance, [but] You Can't Just Buy An Apartment And Furnish It And Walk Away. It's The Flowers You Choose, The Music You Play, The Smile You Have Waiting. I Want It To Be Gay And Cheerful, A Haven In This Troubled World. I Don't Want My Husband And Children To Come Home And Find A Rattled Woman. Our Era Is Already Rattled Enough, Isn't It?