I can't win. Love is Russian roulette for me. No one loves the real me inside. They're all in love with my fame, my stardom.
I fall in love far too quickly and end up getting hurt all the time. I've got scars all over. But I can't help myself because basically I'm a softie I have this hard, macho shell, which I project on stage but there's a much softer side. Too, which melts like butter.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason.
I should consent to breed under pressure, if I were convinced in any way of the reasonableness of reproducing the species. But my nerves and the nerves of any woman I could live with three months, would produce only a victim... lacking in impulse, a mere bundle of discriminations. If I were wealthy I might subsidize a stud of young peasants, or a tribal group in Tahiti.
It's an overwhelming feeling, the audience. That must be why most of these people never give up performing. Because they just can't go without that sort of rush. It's a bit like having an orgasm. Sometimes an orgasm is better than being onstage; sometimes being onstage is better than an orgasm.
For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.
We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Every one of us gets through the tough times because somebody is there, standing in the gap to close it for us.
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea.