As much as I miss the work, I don't miss NBC. I don't miss being there. It was just the wrong atmosphere for me.

Presence is more than just being there.

I just miss - I miss being anonymous.

It's not that my father didn't love me, it's just that he wasn't capable of consistently being there. His mood swings were gigantic.

I'm very grateful for the experience at NBC.

He wanted to tell her how much he preferred to look at her, that only by watching could he memorize her, and take her and possess her. He did not know how to explain that he could not touch better or more fully with his hands than he could with his eyes. Seeing encompassed all at once; a touch was limited to one spot at a time.