Edward wrote fondly of his mother in his memoirs: " Her soft voice, her cultivated mind, the cosy room overflowing with personal treasures were all inseparable ingredients of the happiness associated with this last hour of a child's day ...

Her papers, letters, memoirs, and notebooks were burned.

Her memoirs, Nostalgia Isn't What It Used To Be, were published in 1978.

Her video jockey memoirs have a complete list of all the live music she documented during her VJ breaks.

Her elder son, the Earl of Harewood, however, wrote about his parents ' marriage in his memoirs The Tongs and the Bones and challenged these widespread rumours that the marriage was an unhappy one.

Her second volume of memoirs, Pentimento: A Book of Portraits, appeared in 1973.

Her political memoirs, entitled Momentum: The Struggle for Peace, Politics and the People, were published in 2002.

Her memoirs do, however, indicate rage over her marital experience and an obvious dislike of her former husband.

Her memoirs Shephard's Watch: Illusions of Power in British Politics were published in 2000.

Her memoirs contain no trace of mental abnormality.

Her Mémoires appeared about five years later, and have often been reprinted, both separately and in collections of the memoirs of the 17th and 18th centuries, to both of which the author belonged both in style and character.

Her brother Guy reports this event in his memoirs, but fails to list any vital information about the child.

Her work based both on her own culinary experience and on 17th century and 18th century memoirs by Polish szlachta.

Her husband helped with writing the publicity and set up a small publishing house, published Lady Chatterley's Lover and hired Samuel Putnam to translate famous model Kiki's memoirs.

Her first husband was Alexandre Kochetovsky, a fellow Ballet Russes dancer by whom she had two children — a son, Leo Kochetovsky, who was killed in a car accident and a daughter, Irina Nijinska, a ballet dancer in her own right who subsequently carried on her work, including editing and publishing her mother's memoirs in 1972.

Her book Catherine the Great was positively reviewed in the New York Times ( Dec 20, 1925, pg BR8 ), which notes that Miss Anthony had, apparently for the first time, access to all of Catherine's private memoirs.

Her memoirs, translated into English under the title of " Crowning Anguish: Memoirs of a Persian Princess from the Harem to Modernity 1884-1914 ", is held in the archives of Iran's National Library.

Her own lack of knowledge about birth control ( as stated in her memoirs ) led to her interest in the causes of birth control and abortion.

Her memoirs, Mes amours que j ' ai tant aimées (" The Loves I So Loved "), were published in 1958.

Her memoirs have been published under the title " An Inheritance ".

Her next role was as the equestrienne Felicity in Sydney Pollack's Academy Award-winning Out of Africa, based on the memoirs of the famed Danish writer Isak Dinesen, and starring Meryl Streep, Robert Redford and Klaus Maria Brandauer.

Her memoirs have been important sources for historians doing research on southern society during and after the Civil War.

Her memoirs start with her childhood days, where she shamefully remembers her joy at reading tales to the point of praying to the Buddha to be able to read all of them, and relegating spiritual life as a lesser priority, despite several dreams which she interpreted as admonishments from the heavens.

Her memoirs, Theatre Street, discusses her training at the Imperial Ballet School, and her career at the Mariinsky Theatre and the Ballet Russe.

Her eyes were glazed as if she didn't hear or even see him.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her legs were the full, sexy kind, full bodied like a rare wine and just as tantalizing to the appetite ; ;

Her glance swung past the trailer where the two drivers were standing.

Her long thin arms moved in a slow rhythmical gesture over the family possessions which were placed in front of her.

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her thoughts were not discrete.

Her eyebrows were definite and heavy and formed two lines moving upward toward a high forehead and a great head of brown hair that fell to her shoulders.

Her services to the School for many years were of a very high character, and I have often thought that one of the buildings should be named for her ''.

Her eyes were bright with anticipation.

Her `` Rockabye Your Baby '' was as good as it can be done, and her really personal songs, like `` The Man That Got Away '' were deeply moving.

Her hesitation was only momentary and she hoped he didn't notice it, as she settled herself, asked quickly how Miss Jenny and the babies were getting on.

Her nose was higher of bridge, her complexion so pale as to be quite susceptible to sunburn, and the fish and vegetable diet of her forebears had given her teeth that were white and regular and strong.

Her bright eyes were twinkling.

Her hair never seemed to be in place and her skirts were never quite the correct length.

Her eyes were wild.

Her dark cool caresses were sweeter than any woman's ; ;

Her eyes were smiling, too, but so sadly, and there was tiredness and infinite wisdom in them.

Her extendibles were diverted, connected or augmented and the final, delicate-beyond-description brain taps were completed while Helva remained anesthetically unaware of the proceedings.

Her book titles, changed by American publishers, for example Ten Little Niggers to Ten Little Indians, were kept the same across the Atlantic, after bushels of fan mail.

Her two children by Philip II, Philip, count of Clermont ( died 1234 ), and Mary, who married Philip I of Namur, were legitimized by the pope in 1201 at the request of the king.

Her remaining children were raised between her, Livia Drusilla and Germanicus ’ mother Antonia Minor.

Her reputed last words, uttered as the assassin was about to strike, were " Smite my womb ", the implication here being she wished to be destroyed first in that part of her body that had given birth to so " abominable a son.