Nora Ephron

Older sister of Delia Ephron , Hallie Ephron and Amy Ephron.

Daughter of Henry Ephron and Phoebe Ephron.

Sons: Jacob Bernstein and Max Bernstein.

Used to live in famous Manhattan apartment house on the West side called the Apthorp.

Went to Beverly Hills High School as did Angelina Jolie , Michael Klesic , Nicolas Cage , Lenny Kravitz , Gina Gershon , Richard Dreyfuss , Jonathan Silverman , and David Schwimmer.

In a 2005 interview with Tom Brokaw , she stated that even though then husband Carl Bernstein didnt make her privy to the identity of Watergate informant "Deep Throat," she figured it out from clues (including Bernsteins notes referencing the initials "M. F." -- allegedly for "my friend") and was willing to tell her guess to anyone who asked. Her guess was proved correct when on May 31, 2005, W. Mark Felt , former assistant director of the FBI during the Richard Nixon administration, was identified as Deep Throat.

Sister-in-law of Jerome Kass (husband of sister Delia).

Upon her death, it was revealed that Ephron had been diagnosed only a few years before with myelodysplastic syndrome, a pre-leukemic condition. It was a secret she shared with only a few close famly members and friends.

Aunt of Anna Harari , Maia Harari and Ethan Harari.

Ex-sister-in-law of Sasha Harari (husband of sister Amy).

She was cremated and her ashes scattered.

In her most recent book, "I Remember Nothing," she ends the collection of essays with two lists: What I Wont Miss, and What I Will Miss. After the lists come the acknowledgments, which ends with "and of course, my doctors."

(February 2013) New York, NY, USA: Eight months after her death, Ephrons play Lucky Guy opens on Broadway for a limited run starring her longtime friend Tom Hanks.

Favorite film is Stanley Donen s Indiscreet , with Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman.

Portrayed by Grace Gummer in "Good Girls Revolt" . Gummers mother, Meryl Streep , starred in three films written by Ephron: Silkwood , Heartburn and Julie & Julia .

She was of Russian Jewish and Belarusian Jewish descent.

Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane,people who are willing to admit that they are crazy.

[on success] Most of us live our lives devoid of cinematic moments.

One of the few advantages to not being beautiful is that one usually,gets better-looking as one gets older; I am, in fact, at this very,moment gaining my looks.

Or sometimes from someone particularly scientific or candid, a vulva or,two.

I am continually fascinated at the difficulty intelligent people have in,distinguishing what is controversial from what is merely offensive.

If pregnancy were a book they would cut the last two chapters.

The desire to get married, which - I regret to say, I believe is basic,and primal in women - is followed almost immediately by an equally,basic and primal urge - which is to be single again.

Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane,people who are willing to admit that they are crazy.

Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend,to be.

My mother was a good recreational cook, but what she basically believed,about cooking was that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else,would do it for you.

I try to write parts for women that are as complicated and interesting,as women actually are.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one,day have the potential to be comic stories the next.

What my mother believed about cooking is that if you worked hard and,prospered, someone else would do it for you.

When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

Whenever I get married, I start buying Gourmet magazine.

A successful parent is one who raises their child to be able to pay for,their own psychoanalysis.

I have made a lot of mistakes falling in love, and regrettedmost of them, but never the potatoes that went with them.

When I buy a new book, I always read the last page first, that way in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.

Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.

My religion is Get Over It.

I want to talk to her. I want to have lunch with her. I want her to give me a book she just read and loved. She is my phantom limb, and I just can’t believe I’m here without her. ”- on losing her best friend,Summer bachelors like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

People who are drawn to journalism are usually people who, because of their cynicism or emotional detachment or reserve or whatever, are incapable of being anything but witnesses to events. Something prevents them from becoming involved, committed, and allows them to remain separate.

The next man I was involved with lived in Boston. He taught me to cook mushrooms. He taught me that if you heat the butter very hot and put just a very few mushrooms into the frying pan, they come out nice and brown and crispy, whereas if the butter is only moderately hot and you crowd the mushrooms, they get all mushy and wet. Every time I make mushrooms I think of him. There was another man in my life when I was younger who taught me to put sour cream into scrambled eggs, and since I never ever put sour cream into scrambled eggs I never really think of him at all.

I wanted more than anything to be something I will never be - feminine, and feminine in the worst way. Submissive. Dependent. Soft spoken. Coquettish. I was no good at all at any of it, no good at being a girl; on the other hand, I am not half bad at being a woman.

The point (I was starting to realize) was about putting it together. The point was making people feel at home, about finding your own style, whatever it was, and committing to it. The point was about giving up neurosis where food was concerned. The point was about finding a way that food fit into your life.

My parents had drinks and there were crudités for us- although they were not called crudités at the time, they were called carrots and celery.

The truth is, most of the genuinely tragic episodes of lost food are things that are somewhat outside the reach of the home cook, even a home cook like me who has been known to overreach from time to time.

Sometimes I believe that love dies but hope springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that hope dies but love springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals love, and sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals good sex. Sometimes I believe that love is as natural as the tides, and sometimes I believe that love is an act of will. Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it. Sometimes I believe that love is essential, and sometimes I believe that only reason love is essential is that otherwise you spend all your time looking for it.

Everybody dies. There’s nothing you can do about it. Whether or not you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God. (Although there’s no question a belief in God would come in handy. It would be great to think there’s a plan, and that everything happens for a reason. I don’t happen to believe that. And every time one of my friends says to me, “Everything happens for a reason,” I would like to smack her. ),Writers are cannibals. They really are. They are predators, and if you are friends with them, and if you say anything funny at dinner, or if anything good happens to you, you are in big trouble.

In these days of physical fitness, hair dye, and plastic surgery, you can live much of your life without feeling or even looking old. But then one day, your knee goes, or your shoulder, or your back, or your hip. Your hot flashes come to an end; things droop. Spots appear. Your cleavage looks like a peach pit. If your elbows faced forward, you would kill yourself. You’re two inches shorter than you used to be. You’re ten pounds fatter and you cannot lose a pound of it to save your soul. Your hands don’t work as well as they once did and you can’t open bottles, jars, wrappers, and especially those gadgets that are encased tightly in what seems to be molded Mylar. If you were stranded on a desert island and your food were sealed in plastic packaging, you would starve to death. You take so many pills in the morning you don’t have room for breakfast. You lose close friends and discover one of the worst truths of old age: they’re irreplaceable. People who run four miles a day and eat only nuts and berries drop dead. People who drink a quart of whiskey and smoke two packs of cigarettes a day drop dead. You are suddenly in a lottery, the ultimate game of chance, and someday your luck will run out. Everybody dies. There’s nothing you can do about it. Whether or not you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God.

People always say that once it goes away, you forget the pain. It’s a cliché of childbirth: you forget the pain. I don’t happen to agree. I remember the pain. What you really forget is love. Divorce seems as if it will last forever, and then suddenly, one day, your children grow up, move out, and make lives for themselves, and except for an occasional flare, you have no contact at all with your ex-husband. The divorce has lasted way longer than the marriage, but finally it’s over.

But the main problem with our marriages was not that our husbands wouldn’t share the housework but that we were unbelievably irritable young women and our husbands irritated us unbelievably. - The D Word,Black makes your life so much simpler. Everything matches black, especially black.

I was a journalist and I liked to watch. I was in awe.

When you have a baby you set off an explosion in your marriage and when the dust settles your marriage is different from what it was. Not better necessarily not worse necessarily but different.

In my sex fantasy nobody ever loves me for my mind.

Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

I try to write parts for women that are as complicated and interesting as women actually are.

I use those medical gloves that fit very tightly and are disposable for all chopping - peppers, onions, garlic, etc. Very Lady Macbeth, I think.

The desire to get married, which - I regret to say, I believe is basic and primal in women - is followed almost immediately by an equally basic and primal urge - which is to be single again. .