Your Skin, And Your Whole Body, Goes

I Always Feel A Rise In My Scalp Or In The Backs Of My Wrists When Something Is Special, Whether It Be A Song Or A Man.

In The Press, My Sex Life Was Something Else Again. I Was Lady Bountiful Of The Sheets. Some Of The Best Fiction Of The Sixties Was Written About My Amorous Adventures With An Assortment Of Lovers Who Could Have Only Been Chosen By A Berserk Random Sampler.

You Haven't Lived Until You've Lived With A Cat.

I've Just Always Loved Animals.

A Woman Gains Status When She Refuses To See Anything Killed To Be Put On Her Back. Then She’s Truly Beautiful.