I used to get drunk every night until I puked. Finally I admitted, "I am a bulemic".
You've got to love people, places, ideas; you've got to live with mind, body, soul; you've got to be committed; there is no life on the side-lines.
The accomplice to the crime of corruption is frequently our own indifference.
I never like other people to clean for me. I don't want them to invade my own privacy.
You can't be beautiful and hate because hate is a corroding disease and affects the way you look. . . . You can't hide it - ever. It shows in your eyes. It warps your expression. It affects your character, your personality.
Everybody asks me, 'So, what are you doing now?' Why must I be doing something? All my life I've been doing something. All my life I've been doing. For now, I'm being -- being quiet, being grateful.
Even when I jog, I need a place to get to.
Life is full of all sorts of people. You just need to know which hands to shake, which hands to hold and which hands to let go.
Nothing is less in our power than the heart, and far from commanding we are forced to obey it.
I don't trust anyone who wouldn't.
If I must fall, may it be from a high place.