I attended Art & Design High School, and at one point, you had to write about what you wanted to be when you grew up. I wrote that I wanted to be a writer for 'Mad' magazine.

Babies don't need fathers, but mothers do. Someone who is taking care of a baby needs to be taken care of.

Bitterness is so ugly.

I don't know what goes on behind my back... I always feel like, if you don't have anything good to say, then don't say anything.

I love movies to death. I spent my entire youth in front of a TV watching old movies.

Hollywood is the dream factory, and no one dreams about older women.

A lot of my movies were completely destroyed by the censors, who can be pretty arbitrary. They're not completely fair with how they treat one person vs. another.

Sometimes people say oh you did one of my favorite movies and I will ask them what the other one is and it's always something that I totally hate.

If you look at all the pictures of women in magazines, everybody's got a forehead that looks like a billboard. Completely blank.

I went to art and design high school with a lot of people taking fashion. They would get up in the morning, and what they put on meant a lot to them.

I get offered: 'Here's a girl who's mad at another girl for having a wedding on the same day.' That'll be a big hit, but I don't want to do that.

The mixture of the grotesque and the tragic is agreeable to the spirit, as are discords to the jaded ear.

The moles came bearing their lamps and then the most ancient and magical creature that ever danced beneath the moon was lost in darkness once more.

Zombies can't believe the energy we waste on nonfood pursuits.

I do my work. My work is my statement. Generally, I think, there is too much interest in what an artist has to say. Or what she or he looks like, instead of what she or he does.

I need my family to remind me in a loving and nice way to lighten up.

Your ethical muscle grows stronger every time you choose right over wrong.

The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time,unobscured by the dust of history.

As a strong woman, there are things I would never put up with.

Capital, created by the labour of the worker, crushes the worker, ruining small proprietors and creating an army of unemployed.

Mortals are equal; their mask differs.