You cannot live in Los Angeles for any period of time without eventually trying to write a screenplay. It's like a flu bug that you catch ... Even the plumber has a screenplay in his truck.

There is no real security except for whatever you build inside yourself.

I'm not really an impersonator.

Motherhood . . . is an act of infinite optimism.

Dreams are like paper, they tear so easily.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.

... I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Suddenly I had to spend all my time getting well.