Whenever I get married, I start buying Gourmet magazine.
With any child entering adolescence, one hunts for signs of health, is desperate for the smallest indication that the child’s problems will never be important enough for a television movie.
I don’t care who you are. When you sit down to write the first page of your screenplay, in your head, you’re also writing your Oscar acceptance speech.
I try to write parts for women that are as complicated and interesting as women actually are.
My mother was a good recreational cook, but what she basically believed about cooking was that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.
My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be comic stories the next.
Denial has been a way of life for me for many years. I actually believe in denial.
Death is a sniper. It strikes people you love, people you like, people you know – it’s everywhere. You could be next. But then you turn out not to be. But then again, you could be.
What will happen to sex after liberation? Frankly, I don’t know. It is a great mystery to all of us.
What my mother believed about cooking is that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.
The desire to get married, which – I regret to say, I believe is basic and primal in women – is followed almost immediately by an equally basic and primal urge – which is to be single again.
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.
The realization that I may have only a few good years remaining has hit me with real force, and I have done a lot of thinking as a result. I would like to have come up with something profound, but I haven’t.
Beware of men who cry. It’s true that men who cry are sensitive to and in touch with feelings, but the only feelings they tend to be sensitive to and in touch with are their own.