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I've been in rooms where people are discussing films that have yet to come out and saying delightedly, 'Oh, I've heard it's a disaster!' The jealousy is unseemly.
My family didn't like me going on the stage, and they didn't much like my being a writer, either.
I was flying with my brother, and he challenged me to work out on the airplane. He thought it was funny - and I did it!
I connect with kids easily. They bring out the maternal side in me.
There is no mistaking the dismay on the face of a writer who has just heard that his brain child is a deformed idiot.
We got more out of this as a family than we were able to give to the people.
When we had been married five years, we had six children. What, in God's name, was wrong with me?
I don't eat any dairy products at all, usually - it's a self-imposed ban. I've done it for a year now, since I was ill, but it's so hard.
My brother told me I was going to be a poet. I had a good brother. He did a lot of good brotherly work.
