I adored my mom. I thought she was the best. I loved her very much.

I would not drink bottles of water at my mom's house because I never knew how long she'd been refilling them from the sink and putting them back in the refrigerator.

I luckily had a very charming, lovable mom who I think everybody could see bits and pieces of their mom in.

I'd always thought that, in all the great sci-fi constructs, there's always the guy who seems like he's the commander, but then you reveal that there's an even bigger puppet master up above and beyond him.

Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much.

I had a very strong-willed mother, who I totally adored. She was always in control of her life.