It's a shame i can't be there myself - i like parties. Text me if you think of any good hymns!

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

We make patterns, we share moments.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.' 'Why are you saying that?' 'She might need permission to die, Cal.' 'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

Your trials and difficulties are a golden opportunity for joy.

There are many paths beyond the rules of limited thinking. Trust your instincts!

Self-control is the quality that distinguishes the fittest to survive.

Virtues, like viruses, have their seasons of contagion. When catastrophe strikes, generosity spikes like a fever. Courage spreads in the face of tyranny.

I have a sentimental feeling for my very first cover I was on - it was 'Bazaar' Magazine

I was married to Glenn Ford. But now I feel as though I'm married to God, and in the nicest, purest sense.

As Socrates I believe said the unexamined life is not worth living. I believe that's true. I do believe that.

We should provide the meaning of the universe in the meaning of our own lives. So I think science doesn't necessarily have to get in the way of kind of spiritual fulfillment.

The poorest of the poor are those who feel that they are unloved.

I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I make it.