I understand there are inevitable things that we have to go through: heartbreak, family problems. I don’t feel like some Quixotic idiot who says, ‘We don’t have to feel pain.’ No! Let’s feel it, let’s make it work for ourselves. But I want us all to be able to get past it.
The reason I started officially learning to cook was because when I first got pregnant, I had to face the sad fact that I didn’t even know how to boil an egg.
I’m not insecure. I’ve been through way too much f**king sh*t to be insecure. I’ve got huge balls. But I’ve been humbled. That makes you grateful for every day you have.
I decided very early on that it took too much of my energy to pretend to be someone else. People will make up their minds about me whatever I do or say, but at least I know I am being true to myself.
I don’t even have voice mail or answering machines anymore. I hate the phone, and I don’t want to call anybody back. If I go to hell, it will be a small closet with a telephone in it, and I will be doomed and destined for eternity to return phone calls.
I want to be with the man who wants to open a movie studio with me and make films for new, fresh filmmakers who aren’t getting a chance somewhere else. I haven’t yet had that type of partnership in a romantic relationship.
