I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why.

Those who talk about individuality the most are the ones who most object to deviation, and in a few years it may be the other way around. Some day everybody will just think what they want to think, and then everybody will probably be thinking alike; that seems to be what is happening.

Why do people spend their time being sad when they could be happy?

As soon as you stop wanting something you get it. I've found that to be absolutely axiomatic.

Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery. People are working every minute. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep.

Publicity is like eating peanuts. Once you start you can’t stop.