Now when I enter a carriage, it almost empties. But there's always one brave enough to stay.

Now when I enter a carriage, it almost empties. But there's always one brave enough to stay.

I'm always rebelling. I don't think I'll ever stop.

In the Seventies and Eighties we all had our fun, and now and then we went really too far. But, ultimately, it required a certain amount of clear thinking, a lot of hard work and good make-up to be accepted as a freak.

You have to be brave and not always play likeable people. It's difficult, because there's a demand for the hero or heroine to be very likeable.

Human beings should stick together. Honestly, if I see a red-haired person with blue eyes now, I say, 'Is your granny black?'