I've always felt those articles somehow reveal more about the writers than they do about me.

Too often they don't realize what they have until it's gone. ...they're too stubborn to say, 'Sorry, I was wrong' they hurt the ones closest to their hearts, and we let the most foolish things tear us apart

It's a terrible thing to be lonesome, especially in the middle of a crowd.

In life, we weep at the thought of death. In death, perhaps we weep at the thought of life.

I used to get the feeling, and sometimes I still get it, that I was fooling somebody - I don't know who or what - maybe myself. I have feelings some days where there are scenes with a lot of responsibility, and I'll wish, 'Gee, if only I had been a cleaning woman.'

It's nice to be included in people's fantasies but you also like to be accepted for your own sake.

My heart belongs to daddy.