I was selfish and immature. I never wanted the attention. There were helicopters flying over the hospital while I was giving birth.
We live in downtown Manhattan and we have pretty big windows that looked right at the World Trade Center. I was home along with Kai and we watched it all happen. I was holding him in my arms and we were looking out the window when the second plane hit.
Hollywood sucks. I've got the bruises to prove it.
I didn't have the welfare. I didn't have the proper education. I didn't have these things. That's why it's almost like a complex in me that I want to explode myself in my films.
Violence against women is as American as apple pie. I know, not only as a legislator, but from personal experience.
I did 'Beetlejuice,' and it was a big movie, but it didn't help my high-school experience. In fact, it made it worse. I was a freak and a witch.
After 9/11, I had just become an American citizen, and I remember sitting in front of my TV set watching the news of the attacks, in tears. I remember thinking to myself, 'Nothing is ever going to be the same in this country for people who look like me.'
I'm a deeply broken person, and broken institutions fascinate me.
We're not perfect; no one's perfect. You know how many people have been injured in the ring? But for some reason, I was, like, showcased in such a way of, like, this evil person and 'Look what she's done,' and I got bullied really bad.
My father's politics and ideas were, to me, unforgivable. He was a Jewish convert who became very anti-Semitic, and I didn't find the anti-Semitism forgivable.
There are so many projects that I've written and had to abort because either I felt too distressed by what I was doing to the people who I was writing about, or they couldn't cope with it because their view of themselves was so far removed from reality.
Like so many of our people, we have now had a personal experience of German barbarity which only strengthens the resolution of all of us to fight through to final victory.
Cancer runs in our family. I lost my grandmother to it. There's a saying that you meet people and instantly know them. My grandmother and I had that. The first time my heart was broken was when my grandmother passed away. I was twenty-one.
I had no work after 'Gangster' for two years, and my sister Rangoli met with an accident that destroyed her looks. My struggle with my parents combined with the industry not accepting me made me feel alienated.
The first suicide bombing that entered my consciousness was the Beirut embassy bombing. It was very personal. I'd been in the embassy and I knew most of the people in the station who were killed in the bombing. So you take the personal aspect of it and the mystery of who the bomber was and the fact that a small group of people could drive us out of a country that was absolutely key to the United States, and what was behind this... The fact that they've been able to hide the embassy bombers' identities for all these years tells me we're up against a very capable movement.
All I know is it destroyed my family, it destroyed my marriage to Sylvester and I will never get over it.
I never met a white person till I was a grown man. I never went to school with a white till I was twenty-six years old, at Harvard Law School. The insult of segregation was searing and unforgettable. It has left a great scar, and will be with me for the rest of my life.
I have been to Heaven, I've been to Hell, I've been possessed by Lucifer. You can't really get much bigger than that.
I am not really a writer. I am just someone who is haunted, and I will write the hauntings down.
Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
I think she by this point has learned that Stark's not specifically responsible for her parents' death - that it's more something that has to do with him stopping... I think there's even a reference to him stopping his selling of weapons because they cause damage.
Getting hurt and narrowly escaping death is sort of a thing for me.
I stared at the television in shock, watching as my private life was revealed to the world.
I knew for years I wanted to write a novel that addressed the personal trauma of my older sister, who suffered - and still suffers - from mental illness. For a long time I imagined - and I know it's absurd - that she was an indirect casualty of the Vietnam War.
For me, a big part of writing psychological thrillers is choosing crimes committed for motives which would only apply to a particular person in a particular situation; a unique, one-off motive that is born out of someone's particular range of psychological afflictions.
