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And I think I've gotten better at it; I've learned to find the wind. I remember a time during the first seventy-two hours of my daughter's life, I was kneeling by the crib to make sure she was breathing, and I'm like, My body grew this and pushed it out, and now it has its own heartbeat and it's drawing its own breath! I know things are pretty hectic around here.""Actually, by keeping you here, I'm avoiding brilliantly what I have to do--unpacking! ""You're still going to help with the bed, aren't you? Now The Perfect Storm."I love working, I really do.
Since 1995, she has made fifteen more movies, starring opposite Wesley Snipes, Robin Williams, Sylvester Stallone, Liev Schreiber, and Bill Pullman. She is particularly conscious of security, though she says she's never had a bad experience. If she is spotted, she's sometimes mistaken for someone else. You can imagine the monologue on that."It's always been kinda nuts," she continues. Diane had been asked by a French television program to re-create a Cotton Club dance scene with Lambert. "It wasn't love and it wasn't lust, but it was sure something," Diane says. When she first bought the place, she felt a bit vulnerable about the prospect of having an entrance on the street. Then Diane met French actor Christopher Lambert, the buff but sensitive Tarzan of Greystoke. Boyish hips, valentine lips, fine-boned cheeks and jaw, easy smile--a pleasant beauty, more pretty-mom-next-door than jaw-drop virtuoso, a porcelain doll awaiting paint, an idle daydream. They've started calling themselves Team Diane, if you can believe it. She is a sprite of a woman, all nerves and birdlike energy, barely five feet six. When I really think about it, I had outgrown that apartment.
And the metaphor of being in the tower--people started giving me shit about it.
If this was New York you wouldn't think twice about it.
But after they said it enough times I started to wonder.
"You're my prisoner," she said, flinging open the passenger door, a shot of cleavage, and patted the leather seat. Reaching the top of the steps, she turns to survey her yard, the avalanche of boxes spilling out of the garage onto the driveway.
But then I got down there and I looked at all the boxes and I just thought, I can't.
What I love to say about Eve in the Garden of Eden was that God said to her--I always get that wrong, I love that--I mean, what Satan said to her was, Are you sure that's what God said?