Oh my God, I am such a liar. And I can't even leave it at just one lie, either. Oh, no. I have to pile it on. I am sick, I tell you. Sick.

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

But maybe kissing was enough. Maybe kissing was the only thing that mattered, anyway. Maybe kissing could overcome the whole vampire/basketball thing.

Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.

I can change my plans. But I can't change my family.

Come along. Let’s get out of here and go toast to youth and vampires and rebellion.

You can have more than one home. You can carry your roots with you, and decide where they grow.

It's horrible how money and fame can make you acceptable while, if you're not famous or rich, you're not acceptable.

If you want immortality, then deny form. Whatever has form has mortality. Beyond form is the formless, the immortal.

In 1949 there was a new thing called Television, to which my agency and advisers opposed as a performance medium.

Patience has nothing to do with suppression. In fact, it has everything to do with a gentle, honest relationship with yourself.

A two-party system is way too good for those two parties.

For me, nothing brings out my 'born yesterday' idiotic qualities quite like having my photograph taken.