Happy Birthday Carrie Frances Fisher!

Sometimes I think all I want to find is a mean guy and make him be nice to me. Or maybe a nice guy who's a little bit mean to me. But they're usually too nice too soon or too mean too long.

Es war keine Absicht. Ich musste nur einfach so viel von den Drogen nehmen, um dorthin zu kommen, wohin ich wollte. Meine Zielvorgabe war dabei simpel: überall, nur nicht hier.

I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situationand then BOOM! I'll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion — a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions.

Kurz nach meiner Ankunft verpasste George mir diese unfassbar idiotische Haartracht. Man führt mich vor ihn wie ein Opfertier, und er sagt mit leiser Stimme: ,Nun, was hältst du davon?' Und ich antworte ängstlich, weil ich ja nicht wegen ein paar Pfund zu viel gefeuert werden möchte: ,Ich find's toll!'

Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.

Wenn ich erwachsen werde, möchte ich sein wie du.

I don't want to be thought of as a survivor because you have to continue getting involved in difficult situations to show off that particular gift, and I'm not interested in doing that anymore.

Ich bin gute, alte Hollywoodinzucht. Wenn zwei Berühmtheiten Kinder haben, kommt so etwas heraus wie ich.

There are two things that I know for certain guys are good for: pushing swings and killing insects.

Ich wollte die Kurzfassung von mir, die Zusammenfassung meines emotionalen Ichs statt der zwölfbändigen Originalausgabe.

I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.

There is no point at which you can say, 'Well, I'm successful now. I might as well take a nap.'

As you get older, the pickings get slimmer, but the people don't.

What worries me is, what if this guy is really the one for me and I just haven't had enough therapy yet for me to be comfortable with having found him.

I signed my likeness away. Every time I look in the mirror, I have to send Lucas a couple of bucks.

I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.

I Googled myself without lubricant. I don't recommend it.

As you get older, the pickings get slimmer, but the people don't.

I think of my body as a side effect of my mind.

Will somebody get this giant walking carpet out of my way?

I envy people who have the capacity to sit with another human being and find them endlessly interesting, I would rather watch TV. Of course this becomes eventually known to the other person.

I think of my body as a side effect of my mind.

I think that the truth is a really stern taskmistress.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

By the time I was 13, maybe even younger, I would write to calm myself down.

You can't find any true closeness in Hollywood, because everybody does the fake closeness so well.

I understand myself. And I understand addiction, which is like being a truant, like getting away with something.

I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another, it's about the Christian ethic, it's about kindness.

I feel I'm very sane about how crazy I am.

General Kenobi, Years ago, you served my father in the Clone Wars; now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in person; but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission to Alderaan has failed. I've placed information vital to the survival of the rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope.

I was born into big celebrity. It could only diminish.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

Mostly, you write a script and someone’s gonna rewrite you. They get hundreds of—not hundred but they get ten writers to write something. If you have a big budget, you can go and get a lot of people to write on script .... I just actually heard that somebody said, 'Well, your screenplay got bought and now someone like Carrie Fisher will come in and rewrite you.' And I feel terrible, you know, because that’s not what I mean to do. My idea was never to raid something and trash it, you know. ‘Cause that – that’s more work for me!

I was into pain reduction and mind expansion, but what I've ended up with is pain expansion and mind reduction.

I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.

I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.

Drugs made me feel more normal.

I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.

I Googled myself (without lubricant, which I really don't advise).

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

Acting engenders and harbours qualities that are best left way behind in adolescence. People-pleasing, going on those interviews and jamming your whole personality into getting the job, ingratiating yourself to people you wouldn't fucking spit on if they were on fire.

Instant gratification takes too long.

I love what speed and coke do to my weight. It's unnatural, I know. I could just exercise.

I've got to stop getting obsessed with human beings and fall in love with a chair. Chairs have everything human beings have to offer, and less, which is obviously what I need. Less emotional feedback, less warmth, less approval, less patience and less response. The less the merrier. Chairs it is. I must furnish my heart with feelings for furniture.

Females get hired along procreative lines. After forty, we're kind of cooked.

Leia follows me like a vague smell.

I quote fictional characters, because I'm a fictional character myself!

Life is a cruel, horrible joke and I am the punch line.

I slept with some nerd. I hope it was George. I took too many drugs to remember.

Maturity: A stoic response to endless reality.

From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?

Mom brought me some peanut butter cookies and a biography of Judy Garland. She told me she thought my problem was that I was too impatient, my fuse was too short, that I was only interested in instant gratification. I said, "Instant gratification takes too long." The glib martyr.

Actually, I am a failed anorexic. I have anorexic thinking, but I can't seem to muster the behavior.

My daughter would like me to write about a 13-year-old slave girl from Jamaica, but that's not what I know.

Having waited my entire life to get an award for something, anything ... I now get awards all the time for being mentally ill. It's better than being bad at being insane, right? How tragic would it be to be runner-up for Bipolar Woman of the Year?

My inner world seems largely to consist of three rotating emotions: embarrassment, rage, and tension. Sometimes I feel excited, but I think that's just positive tension.

I have gone to the set and you’re kind of around in this—it’s kind of combat writing when you do rewriting and stuff, and I feel like it’s a kind of ambulance chasing. Recently, I did this kind of a (laughing) where you go, “Oh, my God, it’s bleeding from the second act. Quick! Quick! Give me a suture! No, give me the paddles! This is the third act that’s having a heart attack!! The star is coming! The star is coming!" And it's this incredibly intense process!

My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

Here's how men think. Sex, work — and those are reversible, depending on age — sex, work, food, sports, and lastly, begrudgingly, relationships. And here's how women think. Relationships, relationships, relationships, work, sex, shopping, weight, food.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

Ambition is exhausting. It makes you friends with people for the wrong reasons, just like drugs.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to BE art.

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.