I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.
I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.
The things we ignore often come back to us in our sleep.
I was fortunate enough to work under directors who were, most of them, brilliant, emotional men.
I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.
I approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.