I have a voluptuous body. I am not one of those skinny girls. I like to enjoy life.
The rain forest has Sting. Now Siberia has Jack Dee. Someone had to draw the short straw. In this case it was the rain forest.
I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped that reading Bible commentaries and theological critiques would nudge me closer to some kind of absolute that I could hold up as a torch to light my way.
I love mixing with comedians when I'm working with them, but when I'm not I don't feel the need to hang around with them.
Maybe I fear things going wrong so much that I pre-empt them by not getting excited about them when they appear to be. going well.
In particular, I found praying very disturbing, like swimming with bricks tied to your feet. And yet I was drawn to it constantly.
I'm not really part of any group or clique or gang because that's always been my nature.
The secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.
I want to grow up as an actress and as a woman. Be independent.
In a world of moral certainty, the unthinkable becomes permissible.
How far we all come. How far we all come away from ourselves. So far, so much between, you can never go home again. You can go home, it's good to go home, but you never really get all the way home again in your life. . . . whatever it was and however good it was, it wasn't what you once had been, and had lost, and could never have again, and once in a while, once in a long time, you remembered, and knew how far you were away, and it hit you hard enough, that little while it lasted, to break your heart.