Well, language seems to be something that obsesses me. I'm always writing about it.
Sometimes I think it's better to be a diva.
I am a makeup junkie. . . Yves St. Laurent, Christian Dior, and anything else that looks good.
Working with my husband, I thought we would be at each other. As close as we are, our styles are so different. But it didn't happen - we were surprised.
When you see something that is well-written, the actors can get behind it.
No one is ever really dead unless we find the body.
I get paid to not laugh.
Compassion for the other comes out of our ability to accept ourselves. Until we realize both our own weaknesses and our own privileges, we can never tolerate lack of status and depth of weakness in the other.
The lizard isn't listening and the lizard doesn't care.
I love romantic comedies that are set in a world. It's not just a boy and a girl falling in love, out of love, and back in love.
It seems to me that the idea of a personal God is an anthropological concept which I cannot take seriously. I feel also not able to imagine some will or goal outside the human sphere. My views are near those of Spinoza: admiration for the beauty of and belief in the logical simplicity of the order which we can grasp humbly and only imperfectly. I believe that we have to content ourselves with our imperfect knowledge and understanding and treat values and moral obligations as a purely human problem-the most important of all human problems.