Of course you want your son, your children, to be proud of you.

I'd love to get pajamas. Good, nice and warm flannel ones.

I don't think you can create anything interesting from a comfort zone. You have to work from a place of fear and failure.

If they ever do my life story, whoever plays me needs lots of hair color and high heels.

I think, like many women, I was judgmental toward women as they aged.

I don't believe in charmed lives. I think that tragedy is part of the lesson you learn to lift yourself up, to pick yourself up and to move on.

When a person lives a very happy life they become beautiful.

I love being a woman and I love being feminine.

We all understand situations where it's swim or drown. Sometimes we surprise ourselves when we start swimming and see how well we can do it.

You choose the life you want for yourself, and then you just shut up and go about it. That's how I've lived my life.

What I know in my heart is that women and girls on the ground are powerful and that they are leaders.

He waits."And I think that is what I would like love to be. Leaving room for each other, knowing that not every step is going to be side by side.Giving more than taking. Waiting. Trusting,

We think it’s weak to surrender, but sometimes it’s the bravest thing we can possibly do.

I love the long-form format of television. I love being able to develop a character, over a long period of time.

There are no dumb questions, but there are plenty of people who give dumb answers.

Man is completely out of phase with nature. Nature is woman. Man is the intruder. The man who re-attunes himself with nature is the man who de-mans himself or eliminates himself as man.

You can't help parts of yourself leaking into other characters.

In film, you can't go into analytical explorations because the audience will reject that.

Every form of strength is also a form of weakness.

Life is love, heartache and strain, Yet the strength to overcome it all keeps me sane.

The sixties were a time when ordinary people could do extraordinary things . . . !