I was a lousy nun. I couldn't do it. I couldn't find God. It wasn't suitable for me. It is suitable for very few people.

Very few people can afford to be poor.

Very few people deserted me when I went to prison. They stayed loyal.

Very few people go into politics to be reviled.

I don't trust anyone except a very, very few people.

Everything is ironic to me. There are moments I find hysterical, but I'm probably the only one who would find that, except for a few people.