And I came close to losing a part of my foot on two occasions. I hope I'm consistently lucky and that the next time I develop a blister or step on something sharp, that I don't go as far as I did on those two times.

This has been a wonderful life, absolutely terrific. There are very few things that I would go back and do differently, if I had that control.

Maybe in adopting an adolescent attitude you then take on the look of a young person.

I feel about my dogs now, and all the dogs I had prior to this, the way I feel about children—they are that important to me. When I have lost a dog I have gone into a mourning period that lasted for months.

Behind every beautiful fur, there is a story. It is a bloody, barbaric story.

I still feel as if I weren't a good enough mother. I didn't break any rules. I didn't cause my son any pain. But I did bring to my life some of my father, who was very controlling and very remote. I was working a lot. I wasn't there enough.

Maybe mom is my alter ego and the woman I'm able to be when I'm working.