Are we savages or what?
I think I'm brave because I've made decisions based - I hope not entirely selfishly - on what I think is right for me to do next.
I try to make my characters kind of ordinary, somebody that anybody could be. Because we've all had loves, perhaps love and loss, people can relate to my characters.
We're nothing if we're not loved. When you meet somebody who is more important to you than yourself, that has to be the most important thing in life, really. And I think we are all striving for it in different ways. I also believe very, very strongly that everybody is the heroheroine of hisher own life. I try to make my characters kind of ordinary, somebody that anybody could be. Because we've all had loves, perhaps love and loss, people can relate to my characters
I don't have ugly ducklings turning into swans in my stories. I have ugly ducklings turning into confident ducks.
Nobody is ordinary if you know where to look.
If you don't go to a dance, you can never be rejected, but you'll never get to dance, either.
The pain of depression is quite unimaginable to those who have not suffered it, and it kills in many instances because its anguish can no longer be borne. The prevention of many suicides will continue to be hindered until there is a general awareness of the nature of this pain.
We [ with Emilio Estevez] asked if we could take some things [ in Breakfast Club] that weren't in the shooting draft, but from earlier drafts, "Can we maybe use this?" And Hughes was very amenable to all that. And there was some stuff that I liked, and I said, "How about this?" And he went, "Well, we'll check with Molly [Ringwald]. Those scenes are with her. And if she likes it, fine. " So it was just wonderful. It was great.
She knew it should bother her more, being evil and all, but after she put on a little mascara and some lipstick and poured herself another cup of blood-laced coffee, she found that she was okay with it.
Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest. [Lat. , Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis imago? Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt. ]