Between children and parents there is a difficulty of seeing each other simply as people.

Recording a scene with paint rather than film sinks you more deeply into your surroundings. You have to look a little harder and a little longer. And you end up with a memento.

A struggle, to the person experiencing it, is a struggle.

The word dysfunction has, I think, served its purpose and now has lost its meaning. Every family, like every person, is imperfect, after all. The idea that there is a family somewhere who functions, is an odd concept. In my youth I was running from my family to try to find out who I was-their influence distracted me. Now I see what a powerful hold they have, no matter what.

Boy poison - a boy's kisses were like a poison, which infected you and after you were exposed you craved more, like an addict.

There are aspects of love that I once undervalued. Kindness. Having a sort of honor when love is on the table.

Change and renewal are themes in life, arent they? We keep growing throughout life.