Being an Irishwoman means many things to me. An Irishwoman is strong and feisty. She has guts and stands up for what she believes in. She believes she is the best at whatever she does and proceeds through life with that knowledge. She can face any hazard that life throws her way and stay with it until she wins. She is loyal to her kinsmen and accepting of others. She’s not above a sock in the jaw if you have it coming.

After I got to Hollywood, I resented that I didn’t get a crack at more dramatic roles because I photographed so beautifully.

There’s a terrible truth for many women in the picture business: Aging typically takes its toll and means fewer and less desirable roles.

The depth of John Candy’s talent did surprise me. He was one of my all-time favorite leading men.

To be part of the creation, I must act humbly. I’ll take that over a goddess any day!

I’m really honestly terrified about how much I should tell and how much I should still keep secret.

How could you have had such a wonderful life as me if there wasn’t a God directing?

It turns out that our notions of what a ‘self’ is and how it might feel fulfilled have no more objective status than most of the rest of reality. It seems we make ourselves up as we go along.

I don’t remember having a crush on a boy when I was a girl. I don’t even remember my first kiss.

I dainty little lass I wasn’t. I looked twice my age until I turned 10 or 11.