If the abstract rights of man will bear discussion and explanation, those of women, by a parity of reasoning, will not shrink from the same test.
The weight is off my shoulders. I don't live in the past anymore. I look forward, instead of back.
I want to live for my truth, my reality, what is important to me and what I’m passionate about. I love acting, and I love being able to tell a story, but working with another human being who is struggling with the same thing that I’ve struggled with, and guiding them towards hope and redemption - it’s you know it’s a triumph, it’s a story of the triumph of the human spirit.
You never know what someone is dealing with behind closed doors. You only know what you see or what you think you see.
By the time I turned 18, I moved into a little chalet of my own and felt very grown-up.
I have purpose. My life has meaning. I am engaged in a profession that I'm passionate about. I have some place to go every day. I'm expected. There's always a task at hand. I have beautiful relationships in my life. I have a beautiful home, I go to meetings. I work with others. I stay busy.
I am so saddened by the loss of our dear friend, Bonnie Franklin. She was just full of light and love. Bonnie will be very much missed by all the people she touched with her love.
I'd rather play a few nights at the Fillmore than play one night at an arena.
For six months I'd do movies and make it all about me. Then the other six months, it's not about me and it doesn't matter what my hair looks like or what anything looks like.
As soon as you start doing that - changing things - it seems self-evident to me that you've entered the world of make-believe. If you pretend that it's true, and use your own name, you are misleading people. Fiction is looser and wilder and sometimes in the end more self-revealing, anyway.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.