I grew up in a Ukrainian Catholic-turned-Christian...

I can't get my knickers in a twist about my age and ageing in an industry that caters to the ids of 14-year-olds.

Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You've got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I've got my Freud mixed up. It's just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.

There are women who make things better, there are women who change things, there are women who make things happen, who make a difference. I want to be one of those women.

I was always concerned with writing to my age at a particular moment. That was the way I would keep faith with the audience that supported me as I went along.

Is he alone who has courage on his right hand and faith on his left hand?

Before the throne of the Almighty, man will be judged not by his acts but by his intentions. For God alone reads our hearts.

To Follow by faith alone is to follow blindly.

As you age naturally, your family shows more and more on your face. If you deny that, you deny your heritage.

I was born in ancient times, at the end of the world, in a patriarchal Catholic and conservative family. No wonder that by age five I was a raging feminist - although the term had not reached Chile yet, so nobody knew what the heck was wrong with me.

My inspiration was my mom. She's a great cook, and she still cooks, and we still banter back and forth about cooking. Growing up in a mostly Portuguese community, food was important and the family table was extremely important. At a very young age I understood that.

In every age there has been a stream of popular opinion that has carried all before it, and given a family character, as it were, to the century.