I must have got my detailed, obsessive streak from my father, who was an English teacher, because my mother wasn't like me at all.

Oh God, don't envy me, I have my own pains.

I love things that are indescribable, like the taste of an avocado or the smell of a gardenia.

When I was working a lot, I felt guilty as a parent. I couldn't pick up my son every day from school, bake him cookies and that kind of thing.

I think, is wonderful about growing older, is appreciation for the miracle of existence, of life. I thank God every day. I also do believe that belief and imagination manifests reality. And therefore, even though it took twenty-five years, I did find the house, eventually, and the man I could live with.

progress, whatever your definition of it, is not inevitable.

I hated singing. I wanted to be an actress. But I don't think I'd have made it any other way.