Fear is stupid. So are regrets.
When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn't eat or sleep.
It stirs up envy, fame does.
Squeezing yourself to ooze out the last ounce of sex allure is terribly hard. I'd like to do roles like Julie in Bury the Dead, Gretchen in Faust and Teresa in Cradle Song.
I have never liked sex. I do not think I ever will. It just seems the opposite of love.
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.