Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.

It's okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can.

I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.

When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing "tea party." At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!

I want everyday magic.

If you think someone is humble, never tell them so. You will unknowingly rob them of the very thing you admire.

Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.

The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping.

If I had a nickel for all the times I've been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire!

Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.

Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I'm crazy...

Behind every successful man is a surprised woman!

Music is my life, professionally, for nearly 60 years. To be recognized by the academy is still the highest honor.

There is in man a conscience which outlives the sensations the sensations, resolutions, and emotions of the hour, and rises above them all.

At first, I wasn't sure whether I'd be a critic or a filmmaker, but I knew it would be something like that.

Society develops a type of self-censorship, with the knowledge that surveillance exists - a self-censorship that is even expressed when people communicate with each other privately.

My husband is very funny and his humor has gotten us through a lot. He's good at defusing me.

When I'm writing, I thoroughly enjoy it. It just goes on.

I don't care who you are, I care who you want to be.

The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men.

A lot of things come with fame, whether it's losing friends or losing family.