You never know what's in a person's heart until they're tested, do you?

You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

No matter what you look like, there's somebody who's gonna think you're the handsomest man in the world.

I longed to be a writer, always wanted to be a writer.

Yes, I suffer terribly from depression. I have to work at being happy, it's not my natural instinct. My natural instinct is, if something wonderful happens, to throw water in my own face.

I think that people that are not sensitive, who seem to bang through life, do survive, but I don't think they get the really soaring feelings that people who are more artistically bent can get.

The line between the public life and the private life has been erased, due to the rapid decline of manners and courtesy. There is a certain crudeness and crassness that has suddenly become accepted behavior, even desirable.