I don’t think that he was very happy. I don’t mean that he did anything or said anything which would indicate that he was. How can I say – well, who is happy? – I am happy. I have a happy nature – I like the rain – I like the sun – the heat – the cold – the mountains, the sea – the flowers, the – Well, I like life, and I’ve been so lucky. Why shouldn’t I be happy?
I don’t lock doors. I don’t hold grudges. Really the only thing I’m not mad about is wind.
(Me – Stories of my life, Ballantine Books, 1991)