I hate smiling. It makes me feel weak and powerless and small. I've always been like that; I don't smile in any pictures.

Hippies believe the world could be a better place. Beatniks believe things aren't going to get better and say the hell with it, stay stoned and have a good time.

Guess what, I might be the first hippie pinup girl.

To meet Roosevelt with all his buoyant sparkle, his iridescence, was like opening a bottle of champagne.

I am certainly not one of those who need to be prodded. In fact, if anything, I am the prod.

In real life, I'm a really smiley person. I smile when I talk and I laugh.