At one time, you could sit on the Rue de la Paix in Paris or at the Habima Theater in Tel Aviv or in Medina and you could see a person come in, black, white, it didn't matter. You said, 'That's an American' because there's a readiness to smile and to talk to people.

Nobody can enjoy unless we all enjoy, truly enjoy.

I suggest that the great art belongs to all people, all the time--that indeed it is made for the people, by the people, to the people.

We need to not be in denial about what we've done, what we've come through. It will help us if we all do that.

Raising kids is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.

Growing up at my grandmother's table, she always had rice. She might do something as exotic as potatoes or spaghetti, but there was still always rice, just in case you needed a little rice fix.

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.