I got sent to a health camp when I was about 6 years old, and we all had to wear the same starchy blue uniform. The lady who took care of me after school knit me a burgundy sweater. It was the only thing that gave me any individuality.

I can't cook, at all. I would not know how to make coffee. I took cooking classes, so I know how to make chocolate soufflé, but ask me if I want to make soufflé. I let somebody else make the chocolate soufflé, and I eat it. I found that, when I took cooking classes and tried to cook, I didn't want to eat it. The joy was gone. I was always filthy with the stuff, and then had to clean it up. I don't like that.

I love road trips! My husband and I love that. We bought a truck with a bench seat so we could put the dog in the middle.

Eighteenth century American furniture and the design of the architects Greene and Greene are my special love.

Being a woman in music was fine, but when I wanted to direct, I was poking my head into a man's world.

A man who graduated high in his class at Yale Law School and made partnership in a top law firm would be celebrated. But a woman who accomplishes this is treated with suspicion.

Why is it people who want the truth never believe it when they hear it?