Kind of just existed from day to day, on weird plateau of feeling nothingness.

I called no one, and no one called me. I was suffocating with loneliness. The pain was almost physical. I felt like tearing myself apart. I wanted to escape from my own skin.

I wanted to grab his stupid ears and smash his stupid head against the door until his stupid brains leaked out. Instead, I did nothing.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Beloved, it's impossible to sprint into the providential arms of what is ahead...if we continue to trip on what is behind.

I’ve noticed that whenever institutions claim to be confident of anything it means the complete opposite.

Rowl felt sure that Bridget's fragile feelings would be crushed if he denied her the pleasure of sharing her meat with him.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

If I ever loved a man better than I love my art, I should marry him and leave the stage. But I have never met such a man.

If you're white, you're alright. If you're brown, stick around. but if you're black, oh baby. Get back, Get back, Get back.

My intuition is always on my side. I trust it to be there at all times.

The African lions rush to attack bulls; they do not attack butterflies. [Lat., In tauros Libyci ruunt leones; Non sunt papilionibus molesti.]

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.