The day I initiated divorce proceedings against Michael Farmer, I was ready to retire to a desert cave and rethink my life.
My mother and I could always look out the same window without ever seeing the same thing.
At 26, I felt myself a victim rather than a victor in the realm of pictures.
The first feminine feature that goes, with advancing age, is the neck.
Nobody gets anything for nothing.
When I die, my epitaph should read: She Paid the Bills. That's the story of my private life.