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

Hollywood is like Picasso's bathroom.

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

I have never appreciated a quiet moment with a friend as much, a quiet moment with a book and I think part of that is my obsession with being older and time going faster and it's become increasingly sweeter for me.

People see you as an object, not as a person, and they project a set of expectations onto you. People who don't have it think beauty is a blessing, but actually it sets you apart.

Though beauty gives you a weird sense of entitlement, it's rather frightening and threatening to have others ascribe such importance to something you know you're just renting for a while.

Dreams are, by definition cursed with short life spans.