Keep your hopes up. Or down. Wherever you want them to be. Just have hope somewhere.

How do you make a compass? Uhhh hmmm so if I was a compass how would I make myself?

Do you ever have a day like that, where you just look back and you're like 'why did today happen?'

Life is either the same song you sing day in and day out, or you go out into the world and devise your own soundtrack.

I so desperately wanted to be his gravity, to hold him on this earth and keep him from leaving me.

I wouldn't want to live that life. I choose the pain. I chose the pain.

One who has both feet firmly planted in the air.

Much of what happens in Love Always is really from overheard conversations in the Russian Tea Room. It's an improvisation of the way certain Hollywood agents think and talk to each other.

Being able to fantasize for a couple of days at being a rock singer surpassed most things I've done on stage.

You can teach to a wall, but when you help someone learn, you have to get involved with the whole person.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

Only one way to cover a story like this, and make that a double, bartender, please.

Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.