Anne, Princess Royal Quotes

I am just a thorn in everybody's side.

To be bothered wherever you go - it's not a rational thing to want at all.

Some stalkers are quite benign, but finding someone in your garden at three o’clock in the morning with a meat cleaver and a hard-on can’t be much fun.

A completely disrespectful photographer was asked to stop taking photographs, and then said, 'I've got what I want. What are you going to do about it?' How would you feel if somebody walked up and started taking your photograph? I don't think you'd be very happy.

No matter what set she's been on over the last 12 years, my mother always finds a way to get in the way. Not in a bad way. Like, she once got caught on a law show I did called 'Philly' trying to take a picture - she was caught on-camera in the background. She does things like this.

If you're ringing my doorbell eight times every three minutes and hiding behind my garbage cans, I will call the police. That is literally harassment.

There are times ... when any visitor - in person, by phone, by mail - is an intruder, a burglar, a space hogger, an oxygen taker, a chaos maker, a conflict inducer, a mood chaser, and a total drag.

What I find appalling is the intrusive nature towards my extended family.

The first day one is a guest, the second a burden, and the third a pest.

Some people grab my hair and pull it out. People write on my jeans when I'm on stage. They write on my boots - their phone number, name or whatever.

I hate mean people. People who just pick at you and try to force you into a train wreck.

At the weekend, one of the paparazzi left their lunch box filled with half-eaten pasta salad on my doorstep: it was like a little warning, you know? 'We have been here.'

I've been... chased by paparazzi, and they run lights, and they chase you and harass you the whole time. It happens all over the world, and it has certainly gotten worse. You don't know what it's like being chased by them.

It was more like having unwanted attention as a child - if you'd walk around, people would recognize you, and it would be in a weird, almost making-fun-type manner.

How irritating it must be for people, to be bombarded with me!

You wouldn't believe that I still have the bikers with the caps to the side at my door, ringing the doorbell.

At times I thought guys were going to pop me right there in Town Hall …. The level of incivility is more than I'm willing to put up with. I like to ski … drink a beer, and not have someone come up to me and complain.

Handshaking is friendly until your hands bleed. Confetti looks festive until you’re forced to spit out mouthfuls hurled directly into your face. Applause is wonderful until you can hardly hear yourself speak. A crush of screaming women is flattering until they tear your clothes.

There are places you go, and they say, 'Take off your dark glasses so we can see your beautiful blue eyes.' And you just want to... you just want to... I dunno, um... thump them.

It's really weird when people scrutinize every little thing about you and talk about your outfits and your weight and who you're dating... and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.

I don't want to be followed by paparazzi; that terrifies me.

Criticism does not constitute violence.

I just like taunting people.

I used to irritate people. I'd give them a hard time, and when it drove them crazy, that was funny to me.

In the beginning, we'd walk off stage and burst into tears, 'cause we were getting bottles thrown at us, and boys were spitting all over us.