There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

I was always sad as a child, for as long as I can think back. I hated crowds of people, and used to sit in a corner by myself, just thinking.

I'm tired and nervous and I'm in America. Here you don't know that you live.

Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?

Life would be so wonderful if we only knew what to do with it.

Every one of us lives this life just once, if we are honest, to live once is enough.

I always wanted to do my best. I got nothing free—I had to work hard.