Why is that when people become ill and have something wrong with any of their organs, they get sympathy from other people - except when that organ is their brain?

Being a mother is hard and it wasn't a subject I ever studied.

Why, when you have a mental disease, is it always considered an act of imagination? Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain?

I don't combine proteins and carbohydrates.

Like any working mother I find it hard to have a social life. But my kids are so well adjusted. There isn't a brat bone in their body so I haven't done anything that bad.

People who say ... they're perfectly fine [are] more insane than the rest of us.

For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it.

How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except the brain?

College athletes used to get a degree in bringing your pencil.

By the time dessert arrives I am usually so drunk, I can't remember what I'm serving.

Only if you're kind to yourself, can you be kind to others.

Life consists of books.

ALL SAY I AM SWEET, SINCE I NEVER CHEAT, I DO THINGS NEAT, WHETHER IT IS TO EAT, FOR WELL-WISHERS I HAVE A TREAT, TODAY I STAND ON MY FEET.

Quantum theory provides us with a striking illustration of the fact that we can fully understand a connection though we can only speak of it in images and parables.

Always remember, you will live, you will love, you will dance again.

I think that American audiences are more used to following one character.

It's not as bad as it sounds.

I don't have any desire to learn. I feel it's like a voodoo, that it would spoil things if I actually learnt how things are done.

It's difficult dating, as an actor because your free time is precious. The guy I end up with someday is going to have to love traveling.

I vote yes....for Prim.

Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.