There's a part of you that always remains a child, no matter how mature you get, how sophisticated or weary.

A large part of me is pure nebbish - plain, dull, uninteresting. There's a more flamboyant part, too. Obviously.

I remember when I was 5 living on Pulaski Street in Brooklyn, the hallway of our building had a brass banister and a great sound, a great echo system. I used to sing in the hallway.

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.

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

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

It takes me about 10 years to appreciate what it is I've done.