I don't know what to do with Warren Beatty. All I know is that he wasn't attracted to me. That's all right.
I went to these mixers, you know, where you're supposed to meet people. And sure enough, some guy asked me for my phone number. but at the end of the evening he gave it back.
He did say I fascinated him, but he really should have clarified to me that I was just the fascination for the day.
The Grand Duke never entered my room except for the purpose of pacing up and down it, talking to me of matters which, no doubt, interested him, but had no interest whatever for me …. when he left me, it was a delightful relief to turn even to the most tedious book
She replaced her husband as the ruler of Russia.
I don't think men approach me for intellectual conversation.
I had Elvis' number in my book and I never called it.
I never get asked out by men my own age, as they all want to go out with 20-year-olds, and the men that do ask me out are too young.
It's amazing as women how many excuses we make when a guy doesn't call or text. It's unbelievable.
Music was something I was encouraged to do, which I appeared to be quite good at, but it was never a passion. Writing was always my first love.
