I have said before, and shall say again, that I write this book for love of your love.
Refuse to let your circumstances make you bitter. Do what you must to make them better.
I jump out of planes, I could be covered in cockroaches, I do all sorts of things, but I just don't like the feel of butterflies' bodies.
I would describe myself as emotional and highly strung. If something upsets me, it really upsets me. If something makes me angry, I get really angry. But it's all very upfront. I can't hide it. I'm also loyal and I hope I'm fun.
I'm very much an admirer of people who are reaching for things and trying to survive.
Regrets are ridiculous, so I don’t regret, no.
Now my ability to notice things and respond to things and be here is far more profound. With that comes happiness, with it comes sadness, but it's a beautiful life.
I believe all sin, love, glory are this: when you slide down the knotted sheets, escaping from Gestapo headquarters, and she hugs you, there, suspended, and she whispers that she's always dreamed of you. The rest is just sex, copulation, the perpetuation of the vile species.
Be a little kinder than you have to.
Dead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.
I influence people - hopefully on the positive side.