I have five horses. My first was a professional jumper named Santos. I got him when I was 18.

I bleed feminism. I get equal pay to my male costars on a big show; I have my own home. I'm as independent as you could possibly be.

I've been so lucky and blessed because words and stuff come so easy to me. I have a good memory.

You do a job; your show gets canceled. You get used to it.

In these dangerous times, where it seems the world is ripping apart at the seams, we can all learn how to survive from those who stare death squarely in the face every day, and we should reach out to each other and bond as a community, rather than hide from the terrors of life at the end of the millennium.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

Europe, which gave us the idea of same-sex marriage, is a dying society, with birthrates 50 percent below replacement.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.