"Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim." -Nora Ephron
As I'm growing up, it's interesting and surprising at times to realize where influence and inspiration have come from. I could write pages about the women and men who have taught me and encouraged me and shown me how to live right--I owe so much to these people. They've made me, really.
I knew I liked Nora Ephron. I liked her movies--if one could have kindred films, hers were mine. I liked her words, her essays--I laughed aloud, which I don't often do while reading. I liked her, just her. I've listened to her speak in director's commentaries and I've watched short interviews on YouTube--I thought she was honest, fine, and funny. I wanted to be just like that.
I knew I liked that Nora Ephron--but I just didn't know that she meant all that much. Nora passed away last night, and I stumbled upon the news via Twitter. I read the eulogy in the New York Times.
I just want to say that I feel really sad that Nora Ephron is not on this earth anymore. I do, I feel really sad about it. I didn't even know it until last night, but she's one of the people I would write pages about.
I would write things about bookshops, reading, cooking, eating, hilarity, brevity, bravery, writing, twirling, hairspray, wrinkles, flowers, growth, twinkle lights, and cities. I'd write about friendship, partnership, femininity, loneliness, and forgetfulness.
I'd write things about bouquets of sharpened pencils, to be sure.