Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the inevitable.
My sister and I never engaged in sibling rivalry. Our parents weren't that crazy about either one of us.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'.
Sometimes I can't figure designers out. It's as if they flunked human anatomy.
Time. It hangs heavy for the bored, eludes the busy, flies by the for young, and runs out for the aged.
I don't think women outlive men, Doctor. It only seems longer.
If I had my life to live over again, I would have waxed less and listened more. . . . I would have cried and laughed less while watching television. . . and more while watching real life. . . . But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it. . . look at it and really see it. . . try it on. . . live it. . . exhaust it. . . and never give the minute back until there was nothing left of it.
Some struggles are so solitary that they drown in words.
Media reporting denied privacy to anybody doing what I do for a living. It was no longer possible to work on your picture in privacy.
I have a great deal of difficulty recognizing faces, especially if I haven't - if I've just met somebody, it's hopeless.
I must go down to the seas again to find where I buried the hatchet with Yesterday.