They can fatten me up. They can give me a full body polish, dress me up, and make me beautiful again. They can design dream weapons that come to life in my hands, but they will never again brainwash me into the necessity of using them. I no longer fe...
The question I’d long posed to myself—whether to be married or to be single—is a false binary. The space in which I’ve always wanted to live—indeed, where I have spend my adulthood—isn’t between those two poles, but beyond it. The choic...
Married?” I asked, being ineptly sneaky. “Nope. Gay,” Sam flatly stated, being honest and not sneaky at all. How can you not like a man like that? I almost choked on a green bean. Before I could stop myself, the words were out of my mouth. “A...
It’s just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he’d forget my water or food and I’d cry and cry and cry.” She stops talking and looks out the window. “I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts ...
I feel like there are fifty ways it's my fault. I fantasized. I took the big pill and the small pill, stuffed myself with substances to make being out in the world with people my own age a little easier. To lessen the space between me and everyone el...
Of myself, I am nothing. In searching for myself, I lost myself. In receiving Christ, I found myself. By giving of myself to others, I find all joy.
As I walk'd by myself, I talk'd to myself, And myself replied to me; And the questions myself then put to myself, With their answers I give to thee.
There is a universal respect and even admiration for those who are humble and simple by nature, and who have absolute confidence in all human beings irrespective of their social status.
I am not interested in being a Barbie doll and turning myself into a sausage for the next 20 years. I want to follow actresses like Helen Mirren and Judi Dench who have lines on their faces and aren't afraid of playing their age.
I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.
Loving her, and being loved, was the only way I could hold myself together.
I’ve long suspected myself of being a suspicious person. But that’s OK, because suspicious people make better lovers, right?
Being married, I've got so many things to do that I am the last to do things for myself. Taking care of my body has been difficult, but I am doing the best that I can.
Besides being responsible for myself, I'm now responsible for someone else. And I have to set the right examples. I have to really be someone that I would want my child to look up to.
All of the years I spent trying to be someone you could be proud of would have been better spent being proud of myself for who I already was.
I don't argue things being spiritual vs scientific, because I've never met anyone who knows enough about either to be convincing--including myself.
I made a conscious decision that I was not going to have children. I didn't want others raising them, and looking after them myself would get in the way of being a musician and writer.
When I'm injured, I eat everything - proper junk. That's the one thing about being injured so much, I get to treat myself.
I do seem to try to make things harder and harder for myself. In some perverse way, obstacles interest me and I'm drawn to projects that end up being incredibly laborious.
When I watch myself on camera, in any capacity - being interviewed, performing, 20 years ago or yesterday - there's a part of me that really doesn't grasp that it's me.
I'm 19, and, being a public figure, I'm supposed to present myself in a certain way, but it's hard and you're never going to be able to tell people who you are through the media.
