The episodes all blend together for me so I don't remember. I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning. I always feel I must be such a disappointment to them.
Burning desire to be or do something gives us staying power - a reason to get up every morning or to pick ourselves up and start in again after a disappointment.
When I sent those scripts that was the lowest point of my life. We'd just had our second son and when I went to collect them from hospital I went to the bank to try and get some money to buy some diapers the screen showed I've got $26 left.
I don't care half so much about making money as I do about making my point and coming out ahead.
At this point I have enough money to live 25 lifetimes. You couldn't spend the money I've accrued now.
The only point in making money is you can tell some big shot where to go.
Unfaithfulness in the keeping of an appointment is an act of clear dishonesty. You may as well borrow a person's money as his time.
My goal isn't to make money it's to try and survive and make a point.
That's the trouble with being me. At this point nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like 'Yeah big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'
You reach a point where you don't work for money.
I mean I do think at a certain point you've made enough money.
After a certain point money is meaningless. It ceases to be the goal. The game is what counts.
My mother stopped working when she had my brother. She was a full time mom until I started getting heavily into ice skating lessons and it got to the point where they really needed my mom to earn an income.
There was a point - when I was a kid - where I said I wanted to be like Luke Skywalker with blond hair and blue eyes. My mom right there told me to never be ashamed of who I am.
My very sassy older southern sister is very quick to point out that it's a luxury that my daughter gets to come to work with me. She does and I have lunch with her every single day. My mom says I have 'high class problems.'
My mom did costumes for the Pointer Sisters.
I know that I'm getting the real deal with my mom. I know that she's telling it like it is. She's proud of me when I've earned it and she's disappointed in me when I've earn that. She's really my spectrum on where I am as a person.
Mom and Pop were proud of my popularity but from their point of view show business was no way to make a living.
Mothers send strips to daughters to make a point. Daughters smack strips down on the breakfast table to make a point. My own mom sometimes cuts a strip out and sends it to me to make sure I understand her.
I'm a religious person. I remember my mom told me: 'Vengeance belongs to God. It's up to him to wreak vengeance.' It's hard for me to get to that point but that's the work of God.
When I got into junior high school that's when my mom let me dress how I wanted to dress. Up to that point I wore suits to school all the time.
I'm so happy and thankful I made it a point be a stay-at-home mom.
I loved raising my kids. I loved the process the dirt of it the tears of it the frustration of it Christmas Easter birthdays growth charts pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.
Take motherhood: nobody ever thought of putting it on a moral pedestal until some brash feminists pointed out about a century ago that the pay is lousy and the career ladder nonexistent.