My father, for his part, was not a man to begrudge anyone a divergent opinion; he'd have been fine if I had written some articles disagreeing with his policies, or even given interviews, as long as I was respectful and civil.

When I was a child, our summer days were spent swimming; chlorine in my hair was like perfume to me.

I had this odd sibling rivalry with America.

People love the way they're capable of loving-but that's not always how you want them to love or how you think they should love.

The most ethical way to deal with an unethical situation would be to simply say: 'We did something wrong.' But nobody in a family like mine would ever respond like this.

I grew up in this era where your parents' friends were all called aunt and uncle. And then I had an aunt and an aunt. We saw them on holidays and other times. We never talked about it, but I just understood that they were a couple.

Just think: people decided one day that a day should be set aside for motherhood and fatherhood. What a great concept that is.