We are the fault line; if you don't deal with this fault line, you're going to have an earthquake, that's what we always said.
Have a short memory and a lot of forgiveness. Especially us girls who don't forget a thing. Move on.
We hear all around us to love ourselves, and one of the ways we can do that is to eat food that serves our body, but also for us to love the food we're eating.
Even though I take care of the mom stuff, I've maintained my own individuality with my own projects, and I think my girls see that I'm not just the mom or the wife.
Family and the natural surroundings played a big role in shaping my values.
No one single person is going to make each other happy, and it's foolish to expect the other person to do that.
Work travel for me, which is - I hate to say it - more enjoyable now that I have kids.
Me, I'm complicated. But it's a living, I tell myself. Also, every once in a long while this disease manages to produce a fine and beautiful truth--as (they say) some oyster illness makes the wondrously perfect pearl.
People say you never remember anybody who dies in movies, and it's true, you don't. You don't even remember people who disappear. Although the moment that it happens might be terribly sad and moving, five minutes later, if you're asked to remember that person, you go, "Oh right, yeah, yeah!" 'Cause you're just moving forward.
Public opinion takes no offense at the endeavors of farmers, workers, clerks, teachers, doctors, ministers, and people from many other callings to earn as much as they can. But it censures the capitalists and entrepreneurs for their greed.
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.