When Paul was arrested in Japan for having hash in his luggage, I thought he'd be out that night. But it became really serious stuff when he was kept in a cell. I became more fearful as the days went by.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had imposed unspeakable worry on my husband, Paul de Bendern, on more occasions than I could count.
'The Practical Heart' was published one week before the World Trade towers collapsed. Book reviewing and all else in our culture stopped dead-still for half a year. I went on the book tour anyway. But I felt like the apostle Paul going unto the catacombs where scared believers hid and prayed.
Paul and I were both struggling actors. One night he would serve me in a restaurant, and the next night I would serve him. It was what out of work actors did.
I wouldn't even mention myself in the same breath as someone like big Paul.
Paul persuaded me to join the band. I would never have had the courage otherwise. It was fun at the beginning. We were playing just for fun, with Paul's group.
On 9/11, that morning, I was in a Christian Dior Couture appointment at the Hotel Pierre.
Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
I will always remember the fear in the faces of the executed. That's the first day I felt the devil's presence.
That scene in 'The Purge' where my kids, Mary's kids, are in danger was really crazy for me, because I suddenly... I have my methods as an actor, so I went to the place of 'If somebody came near my children, with bad intent?'
The devil had as good have let Paul alone, for he no sooner comes into prison but he falls a preaching, at which the gates of Satan's prison fly open, and poor sinners come forth.