All those men who end up disappointing you. After a while, you don't even want to have feelings anymore. You just want to get on with your life.

I love Chicago. I lived there briefly for three months and kept a boat under one of those space-age buildings. It was very Jetsons.

Happiness comes out of being willing to do your work in your twenties to find out who you are, what you love.

Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.

Better alone than badly accompanied.

Why do I keep evading my work? Is it because I’m afraid of being confronted by my lack of abilities?

You don't have to do everything by the time you're 30. Or 40. All you need is a work ethic. It's what allows you to push through moments of disappointment and self-doubt and fear.