At my age, you think about the afterlife. I’m mostly inclined to think there’s nothing there, but sometimes I can’t help but let my imagination run wild. My good friend Ulla Steen says she believes that all of us who like each other meet in the big angel bar where we are expected. I see myself arriving at the angel bar, and there’s my father, my husband and my son, and one of them says: “There’s Lise. Now we are four again for a l’hombre.
If one is not happy with oneself, then why should others be?
Man, I was tame compared to what they do now. Are you kidding? I didn’t do anything but just jiggle.
If the heroes run and hide, who will stay and fight?
I’ve never given myself a lot of credit because of my relationship with Ike. I was just happy when I started to like myself – when I got divorced and took control of my life.
Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today.
Suicide is never the answer. You must outlive your enemies.
It is better to be one of those who sometimes go wrong than one of those who do not go at all.
Sometimes, the wrong train takes you to the right station.
The early bird catches the worm. The early worm gets eaten.
I have a small walk-in closet, and it can easily turn into a recycling museum, so I’ve also learned to sort out. When you are as old as I am, it is very important not to get sloppy and wear boring clothes.
The one who comes first to the mill gets milled first
Sometimes it’s strange being me. I travel the world meeting people, I’m surrounded with friends and my life is full, but all the time I am confronted by a young man I have nothing in common with. He is me, but he is not me now. In fact I have been me now for longer than I was him, but no one wants to know about me.
In this house, I’m not famous. Because the dog doesn’t care. And my children hopefully appreciate me more for our regular interaction and conversations,
All footballers are motivated by money – those who say otherwise are lying.
I had to go through so horribly much before I found out to skip where the fence is lowest.
They say it’s the white man I should fear, but it’s my own kind doing all the killing here.
We are not all in the same boat. We are all in the same storm.
Of course, I have nothing against the language changing, but there must be reasonableness in it, so that it does not become a mere gas can. On the other hand, new words are sometimes added that I wouldn’t do without – for example, “smug”. It’s my new favorite word. It’s a wonderfully oily word, a precise word that covers a certain type of person with a high degree of self-confidence in their own abilities.
I am a bourgeois, but I am not a Left-woman. I was born a bourgeois, and I have always tried not to stand on a pedestal and say that I am a worker. That would be false talk. Nor during the many years when the red hirelings were around and held their noses at the thought of “Matador” and everything else I did. I’m not a peasant either. I was born a bourgeois, but that is why I can criticise the bourgeoisie and their shabby schemes, which I can easily see through.
The first time that I appeared on stage, it scared me to death. I really didn’t know what all the yelling was about. I didn’t realize that my body was moving. It’s a natural thing to me. So to the manager backstage I said, ‘What’d I do? What’d I do?’ And he said “Whatever it is, go back and do it again.
I was raised in a free and liberal home. I have never felt threatened by other cultures, other colors or other ways of thinking. In 30 years, there will be more and more colors in the minds of the people who walk around our streets. And we want to move around a lot more ourselves. It is also necessary that we open up if we are to remain strong at that time.
When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic books and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed has come true a hundred times…I learned very early in life that: ‘Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain’t got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend – without a song.’ So I keep singing a song. Goodnight. Thank you.
In a rich man’s house, there is no place to spit in his face.
I dont do drugs. I am drugs.