I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
Before I had my child, I thought I knew all the boundaries of myself, that I understood the limits of my heart. It’s extraordinary to have all those limits thrown out, to realize your love is inexhaustible.
I grew up in a mostly Buddhist environment.
I’ve learned that every working mom is a superwoman.
It is better to have a relationship with someone who cheats on you than with someone who does not flush the toilet.
Even, today, when people tell me I’m beautiful, I do not believe a word of it.
Change is usually preceded by some kind of drift.
It’s taken me a long time to learn to accept the risks and just be willing to try it over and over again.
Three tomatoes are walking down the street-a poppa tomato, a mamma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him and says, Catch up.
Desperation is the perfume of the young actor. It’s so satisfying to have gotten rid of it. If you keep smelling it, it can drive you crazy. In this business a lot of people go nuts, go eccentric, even end up dead from it. Not my plan.
I was an escapee of childhood. I always wanted to grow up.
And I haven’t read a lot of blogs but if someone writes about what they care about I’m sure it’s interesting.