I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.

Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because the regret is stronger than gratitude.

What I condemn are our system of values and the men who don't acknowledge how great, difficult, but ultimately beautiful women's share in society is.

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

I am what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker - a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten.

Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?

Parents can only advise their children or point them in the right direction. Ultimately people shape their own characters.