Quotes from Carrie Fisher

let's face it, the world of sex is weird no matter how you look at it. I mean—fourteen hours after you've had your face smashed into someone's genitals, you're walking down the street with the boy as though that were all "just fine, thank you, how are you!

The crew was mostly men. That's how it was and that's pretty much how it still is. It's a man's world and show business is a man's meal, with women generously sprinkled through it like overqualified spice.)

I suspect that no matter what happens I will allow it to hurt me. Eat away at my insides, as it were - as it will be. As it always has been. Why am I so accessible? Why do I give myself to people who will always and should always remain strangers? I have always relied on the cruelty of strangers and I must stop it now. I am a fool. I need a vacation from myself. I'm not very good at it lately.

I emerge from my three-week-long ECT treatment to discover that I am not only this Princess Leia creature but also several-sized dolls, various T-shirts and posters, some cleansing items, and a bunch of other merchandise. It turns out I was even a kind of pin-up—a fantasy that geeky teenage boys across the globe jerked off to me with some frequency. How's that for a newborn-how-do-you-do damsel in very little cinematic distress?

She liked going to the gym, or rather, she liked having been to the gym, and the only way to have been was to go.

Not that I'm a big fan of my face, but still- it is mine, whichever way you tilt it. I didn't like my face when I should have and now it's melted, I look back on that face fondly.

Do I at times wish I'd had a calmer, wiser, and more manageable sort of existence? One that even at times included pauses and yawning? Absolutely. But then who would I be?

I had never been Princess Leia before and now I would be her forever. I would never not be Princess Leia. I had no idea how profoundly true that was and how long forever was. They

Take your broken heart and make it to the heart.

my father flew to Elizabeth's side, gradually making his way slowly to her front. He first dried her eyes with his handkerchief, then he consoled her with flowers, and he ultimately consoled her with his penis.

There are two choices post forty-five: letting ourselves go or making ourselves sit like good, well-groomed, obliging pets, coats smooth and wrinkle-free, stomachs flat, muscles taut, teeth clean, hair dyed, nails manicured—everything just so. The thing is, though, not only is this completely unnatural, requiring warehouses full of self-control and perseverance, but it demands a level of discomfort you have to be willing to live with 'til death by lap band or liposuction.

He's far from a fool, nowhere near. I'm quite near. I can feel the fool that's so far away from him breathing down my neck.

Mum is the word for just so long and then it has to go back to being a British parent. Of

At the Texas fat farm, I met Ann Landers (aka Eppie Lederer), a famous advice columnist, and Lady Bird Johnson, who both took me under their (overweight) wings, which was an uncomfortable place to be. Lady Bird, when I told her the title of Star Wars, thought I'd said Car Wash, and Ann/Eppie gave me a lot of unsolicited advice over a less-than-filling dinner of a burnt-looking partridge that seemed to have been singed and then torched. It was still more than enough;

i saw where someone was complaining about how much celebrities charge for autographs at these events, and in our defense someone said, "Well, you know, it may cost that much now, but when she dies it's really going to be worth a lot." So my death is worth something to some people. If I had enough pictures signed someone could put out a hit on me.

I mean, weird and grumpy as he might have been, he wasn't a bad human. He was much more on the good side of the bad/good human graph. He was bad and good, like most people. A good person who does bad things or a bad person who does good things—as long as people are involved, people will do bad or good things to them.

I could've given you so much but you wanted so little ... I tried to read between your lines as you would so rarely speak but I gave you far more credit than you were actually due you see I thought I was only seeing half the man but that was all there was to you

What you'll have of me after I journey to that great Death Star in the sky is an extremely accomplished daughter, a few books, and a picture of a stern-looking girl wearing some kind of metal bikini lounging on a giant drooling squid, behind a newscaster informing you of the passing of Princess Leia after a long battle with her head.

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

Suzanne sat in Roger's chair, staring at the reflection of her dread morning face. Roger browsed his cassette rack. "Do you want calming or stimulating?" he asked her. Suzanne mulled it over for a few moments. It was a question she had asked herself about men.

I'm afraid that if I stop writing I'll stop thinking and start feeling.

Ich finde es schade, dass es nicht Mark ist - er hätte es sein können. Er hätte es sein sollen. Es hätte etwas bedeuten können. Vielleicht nicht viel, aber sichtlich mehr.

One had to look all neat and tidy while involved in the aerobic activity of saving the galaxy.

I fell under the heading of: Good Anecdote, Bad Reality. I was really good for material, but when it came to day-to-day living, I was more than he could take.