A man has his clothes made to fit him; a woman makes herself fit her clothes.
I don't get very involved in the L. A. scene. When you do get invited out, you are expected to be on all the time. It's just wearying.
It's the poignancy and sadness in things that gets to me.
I'm still that little girl who lisped and sat in the back of the car and threw vegetables at the back of her head when we drove home from the market. That never goes.
I think serial monogamy says it all.
I don't see myself as a stand-up comic doing cynical, mean-spirited or disrespectful stuff. I'm very aware that I don't like to disrespect people too much.
As you get older, you realize it's work. It's that fine line between love and companionship. But passionate love? I'd love to know how to make that last.
By nature, an auction is kind of a wholesale beast anyway. You're buying second hand goods, even with the historical, antique or aesthetic value. You look to get the wholesale price and you hope for retail spikes periodically when you get two or three people in the audience that want the same thing.
He who can lead you to believe an absurdity can lead you to commit an atrocity.
Seeing with the eyes of Christ, I can give to others much more than their outward necessities; I can give them the look of love which they crave.
I've never really told jokes. I'm not good at it.