Like a jerk, I went to a nutritionist and I ate the most repulsive, awful things. I didn't allow myself to eat chocolate cake and french fries and cheeseburgers.

It took me getting to my 50s before I could say "Whatever!" about other people's criticism, especially when it's not true.

The people who stand on the sidelines and criticize aren't actually in the arena, spilling their blood.

I haven't had an orthodox career.

When you have kept yourself isolated, no one relates to you, you have no way of understanding actually who you are.

My last son is leaving to go to college; my grandchildren are being born. My mother is living with me.

I'm looking for a bunch of new tchotchkes that represent the new part of my life.