People Forget Years And Remember Moments.

The Real Killer Was When You Married The Wrong Person But Had The Right Children.

I Think Almost Always That What Gets Me Going With A Story Is The Atmosphere, The Visual Imagery, And Then I People It With Characters, Not The Other Way Around.

I Must Say Also That It's Never Worked To My Disadvantage That I Have Long, Blond Hair.

Clichés So Often Befall Vain People.

When I Lived In New York, Not Only Did I Have Safety Locks On The Door But I Had The Music Going, Keeping The City At A Distance, Trying To Find Creative Time And Peace And So Forth.