I have had strange animals as pets all my life. I was shy growing up, and shy people tend to interact better with animals than people. Animals are direct, not duplicitous.

There was a phase in my career in my late 20s and 30s when I was doing strange, arty-farty Euro films that were, you could tell, never had much chance of any release anywhere in the world.

After I found that I had become an actor, slightly to my surprise, I did have some insecurity, and I did take some rather strange acting classes at a place called The Actor's Studio in London. I don't think they did me any good at all.

'The Lair of the White Worm' is quite a strange film. It's difficult to be good when you're saying lines that have been translated from Spanish to English by someone who speaks French.

Strangely enough I'm better on a stage. I love that I feel like I blossom in front of a whole bunch of people.

I'm not in my element standing around in a bikini in front of strangers. I never stand up in a bikini, even at the swimming pool. I feel like a normal person when it comes to things like that. I'm like any other girl who doesn't want to show her bottom.

Praise a stranger with a few nice words and he becomes a stranger that calls you a friend.

Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody.

A strangely reflective even melancholy day. Is that because unlike our cousins in the northern hemisphere Easter is not associated with the energy and vitality of spring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn?

When you're around me and really see that all I do is live and breathe for my work it's not strange it's just Gaga.

I did go to Wellesley a women's college. And I am of a kind of strange generation which is transitional in terms of women who wanted to go out and get jobs.

I never expected to get the Tom Jones treatment and it amazes me that I do. Strangely it's women who throw their underwear at me when I'm performing live. My male fans tend to be quite shy. My female fans are wild. I never know what to do with all the lingerie that lands at my feet. Maybe I should open a shop.

It is strange that modesty is the rule for women when what they most value in men is boldness.

He read his mind. He's a strange sort of man isn't he? It's not just the advice and the wisdom that he has.

A lawyer I once knew told me of a strange case a suffragette who had never married. After her death he opened her trunk and discovered 50 wedding gowns.

Saw a wedding in the church. It was strange to see what delight we married people have to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition.

The surrealists and the modern movement in painting as a whole seemed to offer a key to the strange postwar world with its threat of nuclear war. The dislocations and ambiguities in cubism and abstract art as well as the surrealists reminded me of my childhood in Shanghai.

War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.

You don't have to sort of enhance reality. There is nothing stranger than truth.

There is nothing so powerful as truth and often nothing so strange.

Truth is always strange stranger than fiction.

It is only a man's own fundamental thoughts that have truth and life in them. For it is these that he really and completely understands. To read the thoughts of others is like taking the remains of someone else's meal like putting on the discarded clothes of a stranger.

For truth is always strange stranger than fiction.

Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction after all has to make sense.