And it came to me, and I knew what I had to have before my soul would rest. I wanted to belong - to belong to my mother. And in return - I wanted my mother to belong to me.

I've always believed that one woman's success can only help another woman's success.

There's a saying I read recently; I painted it on the fireplace and in my studio: "Be kind to everyone you meet, for everyone is fighting a great battle." We all are. Everyone.

You breathe in and out; you breathe in and you breathe out, and you live one moment into the next moment, and then time goes by, and you find you're able to put one foot in front of the other.

I'm always in love. If it's not with a man, it's something else. I love beauty. I love the sky I see outside the window. There's so much beauty in the world.

You must always have great, secret, big fat hopes for yourself in love and in life. The bigger, the better.

If you've never had a mother or a father, you grow up seeking something you're never going to find, ever. You seek it in love and in people and in beauty.

To be happy--one must find one's bliss

The only thing that would ever embarrass me would be something I would write that would be badly written.

I've had many, many loves. I always feel that something wonderful is going to happen. And it always does.

...that is the best-to laugh with someone because you both think the same things are funny.

Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won't carry a quitter.

I had people telling me I was the best and when it would sink in, I'd feel like I'd have to push things further, otherwise I wasn't worthy of their praise.

Feydeau's one rule of playwriting: Character A: My life is perfect as long as I don't see Character B. Knock Knock. Enter Character B.

The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?

What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life.

"Pick me up," is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently.

Only an inventor knows how to borrow, and every man is or should be an inventor.

The last days are not for the faint of heart or the spiritually out of shape.

Obligation is thraldom, and thraldom is hateful.

The written word is redundant on the high seas. Why? Because paper gets wet too easily.