You know, my parents, they raised me to be a fighter.

The biggest validation comes from my parents, because they know me in and out.

Well, acting was just in me and I tried to avoid it. I didn't want to do what my parents did, you know?

My parents didn't know what to do with me, so they just pretended I was normal, and that worked out quite well for me.

If you're a big Nirvana fan, a big Hole fan, then I understand why you would want to get to know me, but I'm not my parents.

I would say that my parents were intermittently proud of me. They couldn't hang onto it, you know? It would come and go, like the flu.

I have no tattoos at all - it was a huge undertaking for me in the '80s to let my parents know I was piercing my ear when I did 'L.A. Law.'

I know my parents loved me - they certainly did everything they could for me - but displays of affection were kept on a distinctly low flame.

To be honest, I don't even exactly know how to set up a Google alert. My brother has me on Google alert. So do my parents. But I'm not even sure how it works.

My parents named me Arlette, and I changed it to Agnes when I was young. I didn't like it because I don't like names with 'ette' - you know, it looks like a little girl's name.

Yes, and when I had Aaron, he left me, and I didn't know how to raise a child. And I wasn't close to my parents, and because I was too proud to go to my parents for help, I mistreated that little baby. I didn't want a baby.

When I was 17 or 18 I wanted to become a wine expert, and my parents wouldn't let me drink. So I was devastated. All I could do was read, and I read and I read. And I'd read something like, you know, 'Subtle hints of cassis.'

When I was a child, my parents took my brothers and me to Port-au-Prince during the summer so we could get to know the country of our ancestors. Because Haiti is an island, the beach is everywhere. Haitians are particular, even snobby, about beaches.

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