If you do everything in your power to avoid writing and still can't, then you must 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.

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.

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

That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.

I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.

It’s funny, most people can be around someone and then gradually begin to love them and never know exactly when it happened