This can't last. This misery can't last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long.

I'd have liked to have leant against walls in thrillers.

I won't write my autobiography because I never had an affair with Frank Sinatra, and if I had had, I wouldn't tell anyone.

Don't remember me as too nice or beautiful or funny, because then you'll be disappointed.

If I was a fan of someone as a teenager, then it's OK for me to feel completely in awe when I meet them.

Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place.

She endured. And survived. Marginally, perhaps, but it is not required of us that we live well.

Sleep just a while longer, that's it, where else can you go where you neither suffer nor cause suffering.

You have to be literate in today's world. We're not going to get away with not teaching boys to read.

We must realize that nature is absolutely essential for our survival, and we must act on that premise now.

The feeling of love is measured by the extent of missing the feverish state in which the absence of the other plunges us

Theories are just disposable tools in the production of knowledge

The attention toward me is basically because of what we've built as a company. If we built a pile of crap then nobody would care what I ate for lunch.

Once self-killing is an acceptable answer, how do you logically limit it to the dying? What about the disabled, who may live longer and suffer more?