A Planned Life Is A Dead Life.

I Think I'm Damn Lucky. I'm Lucky That My Kids Are All Straight, That They Haven't Ended Up In Jail, That They're All Worthwhile Human Beings, Thank God. Their Lives Are Happy; They Have Happy Partners, Wives, Husbands.

Yes, I Saw Twilight - My Granddaughter Made Me Watch It, She Said It Was The Greatest Vampire Film Ever. After The 'film' Was Over I Wanted To Smack Her Across Her Head With My Shoe, But I Do Not Want A (tell-all) Book Called Grannie Dearest Written On Me When I Die. So Instead I Gave Her A Dvd Of Murnau's 1922 Masterpiece Nosferatu And Told Her, 'now That's A Vampire Film!' And That Goes For All Of You! Watch Nosferatu Instead!

I Had A Lot Of Frustrations About My Career. A Lot Of, You Know, Times Where I Felt I Should've Been Considered For A Part That I Wasn't Considered For.

I've Still Not Gotten My Choice Of The Best Roles In The World.

Sophie, My Dog, Is The High In The Highlights Of My Life. Even Through Rain, Snow, Ice, And General Laziness, She Is The Reason I Smile When I Wake Up And A Comfort To Me Continually. I Could Never Have Imagined That A Now Five-pound, Six-ounce Dog Would Take Over My Life. But It Has Happened, And I Am Happy To Have Someone To Look After And Share My Moods With.