I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to strangle me in my sleep?

I could wish for nothing more than to die for a childish dream in which I truly believed.

A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than mere spectators of life.

Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.

It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide.

Isn't there someone kind enough to come strangle me in my sleep?

..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask.

I have no conscience at all -- least of all an artistic conscience. All I have is nerves.

As you can imagine, those who had fallen this far had been so worn down by their tortures in the seven other hells that they no longer had the strength to cry out.

I have heard unsavory rumors about you and the umbrella-maker's daughter

It's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.

When you start with a necessary evil, and then over time the necessity passes away, what's left?

A whale has nowhere to hide in a river.

If there were no bad people there would be no good lawyers.

Every experience that we have is unique to us because at some deep level we make an interpretation of it.

Acting is just a way of making a living, the family is life.

I was really into classifieds for awhile. I'm a big negotiator. My father owned a car dealership when I was younger... it's just in my blood.

I'm looking forward to some peace and quiet. I fantasize about having a home, which I've kind of never had.

We must face the appalling fact that we have been betrayed by both the Democratic and Republican Parties.

If a huge number of people call for change, the government will have to react. If you want to avoid uprisings, or demonstrations, you need to respond to the peoples desperate need for change.

A sacrifice to be real must cost, must hurt, must empty ourselves.