My second marriage had a lot to do with alcohol.

Like so many other recovered alcoholics, I am to this day bewildered that it took so long for me to understand that there was no such animal as 'social drinking' for me; that it had nothing to do with my willpower or self-respect or moral fiber, that it was a simple biochemical intolerance to a drug.

At awards time, The Exorcist was nominated in 11 categories, everybody but the janitor was up for an Oscar. There was no category for what I did.

I find it next to impossible to remain politely silent when people prate to me about the glory of being given another chance to live happily ever after!

I'm glad I am a woman who once danced naked in the Mediterranean Sea at midnight.

My second marriage had a lot to do with alcohol.

While I am rehearsing a play, I try to read nothing that might distract my concentration from the work in progress.