But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick further in.
You have to be who you truly are, and love who you are, to be beautiful.
Even if you don't understand the language, you can still love the music.
But the Dark cannot claim what Light does not surrender.
Ordinary people seem to not like me. They tend to think that I’m a little weird.
Live well. Love deep. Tomorrow, we die.
I know all too well that people only see what they want to see and remember only what they want to remember.
Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic.
If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.
In the studios days, the public's perception of movie stars was much different, because the stars were so much less exposed. This made them seem more special, more unearthly. Today they're no longer perceived as different - they've become human, so to speak.
When I was ten years old I wanted to be a taxidermist for some reason, don't ask me why.