The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

I am the only real truth I know.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

You don't build a family by tearing down another one.

I felt numb, I felt empty. I was a shell, an abandoned chrysalis, a tomb lying in wait for the dead

Children with less opportunities often become adults with more flexibility.

A man cannot deserve adventures; he cannot earn dragons and hippogriffs.

It's fun wandering around other people's minds.

I think the choice of actors that we have is a little more varied and rich here in New York than in L.A.

Man is a fugitive from nature.

Nonviolence is not sterile passivity, but a powerful moral force which makes for social transformation.

We must become more comfortable with probability and uncertainty.

Strength is but one aspect of power.