You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?

I swear I could write a book about all the things no one has ever thanked me for.

Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.

I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also come to writing as a professional actress whose body has been trained to listen and smell and inhabit characters without judgment.

I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts?

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.