Write about the truth. If you write about the truth, somebody's living that. Not just somebody, there's a lot of people.
Then she says, ‘I love you. ’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.
I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.
All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.
I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.
I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.
Time has three dimensions and one positive pitch or direction. It is therefore not so much like any river or any sea as like the Sea of Galilee, which has the Jordan running through it and giving a current to the whole.
I do have a concern about projecting. I've never projected or had any reason to project before. In fact, the camera has only gotten closer to me going from TV to film.
I told you we were meant to be," he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn't see and now-- Well, now I kiss him.
The more I heard that I couldn't make it, the more I was determined to do it. I never liked being told that I'm not good enough to do this or that.