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My dad liked to boil a squirrel head and suck the brains out the nose. Smaller than a chicken, bigger than a rat.
We have our little restaurants, and there's a beautiful beach that we go to in the summer and fall. We tend to have a lot of get-togethers, and if it's at my house, we order pizza because I can't cook.
I was 37 when my father died-and I no longer had any freedom of choice over what I would do with the rest of my life.
I would never say out loud that I am raising my children alone, but a lot of the time it has felt like that.
I like the variety. But basically my choice of films is a small intimate film. Quiet film, no action, just people in relationships. That's what I like the most.
As much as I converse with sages and heroes, they have very little of my love and admiration. I long for rural and domestic scene, for the warbling of birds and the prattling of my children.
My mother had been blind as a child. And so, blindness was something that has long fascinated me, but also it's something I find really, really scary.
An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss.
Retirement isn't so bad. Give me a tall drink, a plush sofa and a rerun of 'Matlock,' and you can have the rest. Matlock is my hero. He never loses.
