She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.
of all the follies that we can commit, the greatest is to hesitate.
The truth is, we never make for others the allowance we make for ourselves; and we should deny even our own words, could we hear them spoken by another.
A friend is never alarmed for us in the right place.
There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.
Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.
Whenever I hear a man talking of the advantages of our ill-used sex, I look upon it as the prelude to some new act of authority.
People come in and out of our lives, and the true test of friendship is whether you can pick back up right where you left off the last time you saw each other.
I've just grown into not having to care so much and to not try to think that I'm going to be able to plan out the way that everyone perceives me. There are no false impressions. Everyone's impression of you is going to be what it is in that isolated moment.
To describe this film as dishonest and demagogic would almost be to promote those terms to the level of respectability. To describe this film as a piece of crap would be to run the risk of a discourse that would never again rise above the excremental. To describe it as an exercise in facile crowd-pleasing would be too obvious. Fahrenheit 911 is a sinister exercise in moral frivolity, crudely disguised as an exercise in seriousness.
I do lots of crowd work in my set, because I enjoy writing material through riffing and conversation.