Girls Are Complicated. The Instruction Manual That

I Just Read An 800-page History Of The Scottish Enlightenment And, Honestly, I May As Well Just Start It Again Now, Because I Cannot Remember A Single Thing. I Can Barely Remember Where Scotland Is.

I Suppose Actors Crave Attention Of Some Kind Or They Have Suffered Some Form Of Arrested Development And Are Still Living In A Sort Of Child's Fantasy Existence At Some Level In Their Psyche.

One Of The Principal Goals In My Life Has Been To Avoid Embarrassing My Children By Doing The Job I Do. I Hope I've Managed To Do That, And I Hope That, With The Job I'm In Now, They Are, If Not Proud, At Least Unembarrassed By It. I Must Say, My Three Are Most Agreeable Children, Who Do Nothing But Delight Me.

Love Is A Word. A Sound. Its Association With A Particular Feeling Is Arbitrary, Unmeasurable, And Ultimately Meaningless

I Think Pain Is A Very - It's An Extremely Hard Thing To Empathize Moment To Moment. And You Often Don't Remember Your Own Pain, You Know, That Moment That You Broke A Limb Or You Burned Yourself Or, I Think, This Is A Common Thing That Women Talk About With Childbirth, That The Memory Of The Pain Is Hard To Summon Up And Relive, Thankfully.