I have no time for those who say there is no way Scotland could go it alone. I know first-hand the contribution Scotland and Scots make to Britain's success - so for me there's no question about whether Scotland could be an independent nation.

You could say in a vulgar Freudian way that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child I was most happy being alone. This has not changed.

I have an internal protectiveness where it's like if it comes to just me as frightened as I am of losing someone I love or things going sour or simply being alone there is a dark place in my brain where I'm like It could happen and I'm okay I'm prepared.

Love alone could waken love.

I was passionate. I found something that I loved. I could be all alone in a big old skating rink and nobody could get near me and I didn't have to talk to anybody because of my shyness. It was great. I was in my fantasy world.

We were alone. Where I could not say hardly imagine. All was black and such a dense black that after some minutes my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.

When I was producing on my own I was doing it in order to - in a very patriarchal entertainment industry let alone planet - very much hell-bent on trying to prove to myself if nothing else that I could do it as a woman.

Probably only an art-worlder like me could assign deeper meaning to something as simple and silly as Tebowing. But to us anytime people repeat a stance or a little dance alone or together we see that it can mean something. Imagistic and unspoken language is our thing.

The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it if you could get a match was as good a smoke as I ever tasted.

I have three phobias which could I mute them would make my life as slick as a sonnet but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed I hate to get up and I hate to be alone.

I once asked a hermit in Italy how he could venture to live alone in a single cottage on the top of a mountain a mile from any habitation? He replied that Providence was his next-door neighbor.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love it could not do so alone but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it it can do so.

We gave up some of our country to the white men thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.

I don't think I could live without hair makeup and styling let alone be the performer I am. I am a glamour girl through and through. I believe in the glamorous life and I live one.

I like video games but they are very violent. I want to create a video game in which you have to help all the characters who have died in the other games. 'Hey man what are you playing?' 'Super Busy Hospital. Could you leave me alone? I'm performing surgery! This guy got shot in the head like 27 times!'

There's a tremendous difference between alone and lonely. You could be lonely in a group of people. I like being alone. I like eating by myself. I go home at night and just watch a movie or hang out with my dog. I have to exert myself and really say oh God I've got to see my friends 'cause I'm too content being by myself.

Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone.

Yes I guess you could say I am a loner but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.

Right up until the time I retired at age 37 I felt like there were still things that I could do better.

At an early age I started my own paper route. Once I saw how you could service people and do a good job and get paid for it I just wanted to be the best I could be in whatever I did.

At the age of 20 I bought a used Fiat 127. This was the only one I could afford!

I do wish I could tell you my age but it's impossible. It keeps changing all the time.

The year I was born 1956 was the peak year for babies being born and there are more people essentially our age than anybody else. We could crush these new generations if we decided too.

When I was seventeen I worked as a counsellor at a co-ed sleep-away camp for eight weeks. I loved it but it could be harrowing - it was far too much responsibility for someone my age.