“Are we terrible parents?”

Your wayfaring thespian has returned

I can hardly hear you, John! The cheering and accolades are drowning out your gentle voice.”

I once hosted the non-televised portion of the People’s Choice Awards.

I’m positively bedeviled with meetings et cetera.

You do realize I’m a professional vocalist?

All in favor say aye.

“It’s probably nothing but I think I’ve killed a man.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

I’m trying very hard not to connect with people right now.

I have lost all my skills, and now I know how it feels to be utterly helpless like you and your sister.

You must prepare for life, and whatever it will throw at you.

I am suddenly overwhelmed with regret, it’s a new feeling for me, and I don’t find it at all pleasurable.

You are the life you accept for yourself.

One day you will look at those photos with much kinder eyes and say, ‘Dear God, I was a beautiful thing!

I’ve been burned so many times I’m like the human equivalent of the inside of a roasted marshmallow.

I want you to know, John, that you are the most important thing in this world to me.