It turns out that our notions of what a 'self' is and how it might feel fulfilled have no more objective status than most of the rest of reality. It seems we make ourselves up as we go along.

When I was young, I was told that I had a sulky, pouty face.

John Candy knew he was going to die. He told me on his 40th birthday. He said, well, Maureen, I'm on borrowed time.

The Parent Trap gave my career another boost, starring in family comedies.

Audiences in London called me the girl with the black cherry eyes.

Above all else, deep in my soul, I'm a tough Irishwoman.

How could you get angry with Jackie Gleason?