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Her life was hers to create. She could make any choice she wanted to, as long as she was willing to accept the consequences. Everything was a trade-off. She just had to decide what she wanted. She wasn’t trapped. She was free.

I wouldn’t describe Michael as my favourite, but he’s Michael Caine. An institution. And being an institution will always beat having range.

I feel like life happens to other people, and I drift in and out of their lives without ever making any kind of impact. I want to matter to someone.

Girls like the boys When they act like the girls All they ever wanted was the whole damn world Walking in the wild, wearing bad black leather Singing in the rain in a bad sweater The preacher's son, he taught me how to come Right down to the beach where we can have fun.

Depression makes you lousy company. When you meet old mates you’re reminded of previous times when you were together. You avoid happily married couples — you can’t stand the togetherness. And you can feel yourself projecting your bitterness and indifference on to everyone else. However sympathetic people are, there’s something humiliating about disaster. You always feel yourself being pitied or patronized.

I handled you like broken porcelain But really I'm the one that's delicate I handled you like broken porcelain But maybe I'm the one that's breaking.

He liked me because I was tall and pretty. I liked him because he was rich. He just seemed so different from me. Stepping into his world was like visiting some exotic country. I wasn't a gold digger. I was a tourist.

I feel only respect for my husband that he finally left and relief that I can go back to being alone. Finally, he saw the actress that I am. I am not built for intimacy or love. Or friendship.

You are able-bodied. Earn money to finance your first films. But don't earn it with clerical works in an office. Go out and work as a bouncer in a sex club. Work as a warden in a lunatic asylum. Go out to a cattle ranch and learn how to milk a cow. Earn your money that way, in real life. You do not become a poet by being in a college.

Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north, and south, and east.

I'll sing for you If you want me to I'll give to you And it's a chance I'll have to take And it's a chance I'll have to break.

In our twenties, when there is still so much time ahead of us, time that seems ample for a hundred indecisions, for a hundred visions and revisions—we draw a card, and we must decide right then and there whether to keep that card and discard the next, or discard the first card and keep the second. And before we know it, the deck has been played out and the decisions we have just made will shape our lives for decades to come.

“I don’t have awkward moments. I have an awkward life, occasionally interrupted by normalcy.”

I want you any time or place It turns me on when you make me wait I like when you show up this late.

There would never be another antagonist more insidious than her own mind.

You can't outwit fate by trying to stand on the sidelines and place little side bets about the outcome of life. Either you wade in and risk everything to play the game, or you don't play at all. And if you don't play, you can't win.