Hollywood is like Picasso's bathroom.

It's impossible to be more flat-chested than I am.

Self-acceptance has been a blessed by-product of middle age.

I was getting offers. I had just turned them down. Then I realized I should be grateful that at age 54, people were still offering me film roles.

I remember being in tears at the hospital after Chloe was born, at the thought that someday she would have to leave home.

It's not just in Hollywood that women run the risk of being passed by once they reach 50. It happens in real life, too.

Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.