I don’t hate hardly ever, and when I love, I love for miles and miles. A love so big it should either be outlawed or it should have a capital and its own currency.
If anyone reads this when I have passed to the big bad beyond I shall be posthumorously embarrassed. I shall spend my entire afterlife blushing.
She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.
Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.
I’m a hick,” I recall saying to him. “No,” Harrison answered. “You think you’re less than you are. You’re a smart hick.” And then, “You have the eyes of a doe and the balls of a samurai.
I act like someone in a bomb shelter trying to raise everyone’s spirits.
I suspect that no matter what happens I will allow it to hurt me. Eat away at my insides, as it were – as it will be. As it always has been. Why am I so accessible? Why do I give myself to people who will always and should always remain strangers? I have always relied on the cruelty of strangers and I must stop it now.
It’s very dangerous to have someone like you, because one day he’ll find that you are not the person he thought you were.
I’m afraid that if I stop writing I’ll stop thinking and start feeling.
I’m frightened of the power I have given him over me and of how he will almost certainly abuse it, merely by not being fully aware he has it.
Because what can you do with people that like you, except, of course, inevitably disappoint them?
That’s the way it works in movies. Something happens that has an impact on someone’s life, and based on that impact, his life shifts course. Well, that’s not how it happens in life. Something has an impact on you, and then your life stays the same, and you think, ‘Well, what about the impact?’ You have epiphanies all the time. They just don’t have any effect.
Trying relentlessly to make you love me, but I don’t want the love – I quite prefer the quest for it. The challenge. I am always disappointed with someone who loves me – how perfect can he be if he can’t see through me?
I’ve got to learn something from my mistakes instead of establishing a new record to break.
Youth and beauty are not accomplishments.
Movies were meant to stay on the screen, flat and large and colorful, gathering you up into their sweep of story, carrying you rollicking along to the end, then releasing you back into your unchanged life. But this movie misbehaved. It leaked out of the theater, poured off the screen, affected a lot of people so deeply that they required endless talismans and artifacts to stay connected to it.
I should let people I meet do the work of piecing me together until they can complete, or mostly complete, the puzzle. And when they’re finished they can look at the picture that they’ve managed to piece together and decide whether they like it or not. On their own time. Let them discover you.
What you’ll have of me after I journey to that great Death Star in the sky is an extremely accomplished daughter, a few books, and a picture of a stern-looking girl wearing some kind of metal bikini lounging on a giant drooling squid, behind a newscaster informing you of the passing of Princess Leia after a long battle with her head.
I could charm the birds out of everyone’s trees but his.
I heard someone say once that many of us only seem able to find heaven by backing away from hell. And while the place that I’ve arrived at in my life may not precisely be everyone’s idea of heavenly, I could swear sometimes – I hear angels sing.