I have the worst memory in the world. I can remember some of my dreams, but later that day, i'll forget them.
I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.
I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.
I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone.
There is always something missing that torments me.
My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.
I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.
I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp in the eyes, twitchy in the joints and fractious in temper from a most intolerable and oppressive cold.
I have a reputation for being cold and aloof, but I'm so not that woman. I'm passionate. I love my girls, being with my girlfriends, getting involved with issues that affect other women and children who are suffering.
When you get into making movies, then the physical mundane reality of life must be presented. But in comics you can jack it up and work in shorthand.
Basketball is always a piece of my life, but never the centerpiece.