On Becoming A 'lady': What Every Mother

How Do You Know Love Is Gone? If You Said That You Would Be There At Seven And You Get There By Nine, And He Or She Has Not Called The Police Yet - It's Gone.

What Remains Is Solitude.

Being In The Depths Of Sadness Is Just As Important An Experience As Being Exuberantly Happy.

I Never Ever Took My Career Seriously.

There Comes A Time When Suddenly You Realize That Laughter Is Something You Remember And That You Were The One Laughing.