It's the decomposition that gets me. You spend your whole life looking after your body. And then you rot away.

I am all right when I work. I am not superficial and I am not ungrateful.

Solitude scares me. It makes me think about love, death, and war. I need distraction from anxious, black thoughts.

I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.

I was afraid of not living up to what people expected me to be.

James Stewart was so kind and considerate and had such personal integrity.

People are forever finding something wrong with you.