The Better You Look, The More You

I Felt Lethal, On The Verge Of Frenzy. My Nightly Bloodlust Overflowed Into My Days And I Had To Leave The City. My Mask Of Sanity Was A Victim Of Impending Slippage. This Was The Bone Season For Me And I Needed A Vacation.

If I Want To Write A Movie, I'll Write A Screenplay, But If I Have An Idea For A Book, It's Something That I Think Can Only Be Done Novelistically.

It's Because You're Always Fighting Sentiment. You're Fighting Sentimentality All Of The Time Because Being A Mother Alerts You In Such A Primal Way.

I Think In Life, There Are Certain Choices You Make That Are Timeless And Universal, And Don't Necessarily Have Anything To Do With The Particulars Of A Certain Decade.

Price. You're Priceless.