I have gone through so many examinations of what a hero is, between the World War II stuff and the astronaut stuff.
I'm sure there were plenty of loving, attentive mothers in the 'me generation,' but none of them lived at my house.
The first person who ever told me that happiness was work was this manic-depressive artist I knew when I was in my 20s. I was like, 'What are you talking about? Happiness just happens. That's even the root of that word. How could it be work?
A lot of women make choices based on how they saw their mother's choices working out, how they saw the choices of the women elders in their lives working out. There's some rebellion in that, but there's also some deep reflection.
Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.
I've never been socially outgoing, but I suspect I've gotten more and more ambivalent about making new friends. I'm irritated by how-do-you-do chit-chat, but that's how new relationships usually begin.
Before I published anything, I dreamed of publication, but I didn't actually write for it. I imagined that writing for an audience was something for fancier people. I aspired, but mostly I wrote for myself. I wrote because it made me happy.
No Christian is abandoned at the moment of death. The angels are the ushers, and our passage to heaven is under their escort.
I am what is around me.
A lot of people live much more simply than in the old days. That doesn't bother me. Keeping busy is the problem. Television guest shot fees are going down. You can do a dozen guest shots a year, but you're not making that much money.
You can't say you're happy either. You don't even smile for me.