When I Was About 10

Hairdressers Are A Wonderful Breed. You Work One-on-one With Another Human Being And The Object Is To Make Them Feel So Much Better And To Look At Themselves With A Twinkle In Their Eye.

I Got A Telegraph From My Mother Who Said That My Step-father Had Had A Heart Attack, Come Home And Earn A Living. So I Went Back To England And The Only Thing I Knew To Earn Any Cash Was Through Hairdressing.

Realizing Our Society As It Is, Without Theology Dogmatically Telling Us How We Should React To It, And Being Humane Toward That Society, That Is All That We're Sure Of.

When I Was About 10 I Ran Away To See My Father. He Couldn't Have Cared Less. He Just Took Me Back As Soon As He Could.

When The Doubters Tell You It Can't Be Done And All Kind Of Tragedies Will Come Your Way, I Say Nonsense. If You Can Get To The Very Root Of Who You Are And Make Something Happen From It, My Sense Tells Me You Are Going To Surprise Yourself.