My mother would never let me in the kitchen. I always wanted to cook, but I was never allowed to. Her view of the world was, 'Cooking is my job, and studying is your job.' I think, in retrospect, she didn't like the chaos. She was very orderly. It had to be her way.
When I have to cry, I think about my love life. When I have to laugh, I think about my love life.
I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.