Here's a thing about the death of your mother or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you a few may be close to right none exactly right.

I can't let my mother's death have been in vain. Democracy is the best revenge and we will have it.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

After my mother's death I had such difficulty relating to people.

I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.

To a billion people around the world surviving on just a dollar a day the question of what to eat tonight is more about life and death than about recipes. The struggle of poor people around the globe weighs heavily on me especially now that I am a mother which is why I work with Oxfam.

My mother was the sweetest lady who ever lived on this planet but if you tried to tell her that Jesus wasn't a Christian she would stomp you to death.

I think the way we talk about cancer has really evolved. I remember the way my grandmother used to talk about it like a death sentence no-one would even mention the word.

My daughter's mother and I are no longer dating and the people I'm most likely to date are those around me who are athletes.

You know I had my mother and my father convincing me that he would be going back to Hollywood and he'd be back with the actresses and dating them and that he wasn't serious about me at all. So I had him saying one thing to me and my parents telling me something else.