I think things are going to go right for me again. I'm not old. I'm old enough, but I photograph young, thank God, and I still have a public. I still get fan mail.

I don't even have many friends anymore because I backed away from them. When things went wrong for me I didn't want them to have any part of my trouble.

Some kind of fun lasts longer than others.

I don't know where it's all going to lead. I have no idea where I'm going. I would just like to be happy.

I worked out of desperation. I used to hit fast and run in hopes that people wouldn't realize that I really couldn't do anything.

I was a commodity, like a hot dog. It was like hot dogs and Betty Hutton.

Fear has become normal and is covered by the idea of “patriotism”.

I long for sleep, and for soft English rain. But they do not come.

Applicants for wisdomdo what I have done:inquire within

The time is near at hand which must determine whether Americans are to be free men or slaves.

Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them.

The only biodiversity we're going to have left is Coke versus Pepsi. We're landscaping the whole world one stupid mistake at a time.

We are a democratic, egalitarian people who spend our days desperately trying to climb over each other.

O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine!

If we're going to ban all Muslims, how are we going to get them to be part of a coalition to destroy ISIS?

I got out this diary, & read as one always does read one's own writing, with a kind of guilty intensity.