Quotes from Carrie Fisher

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 could charm the birds out of everyone's trees but his

I thought you had to go to Iraq to get post traumatic stress disorder. And you do. But you can also just come on over to my house!

I heard someone say once that many of us only seem able to find heaven by backing away from hell. And while the place that I've arrived at in my life may not precisely be everyone's idea of heavenly, I could swear sometimes -- I hear angels sing.

What's the riddle? Me talking so much And saying so little

Vultures are difficult to charm unless you're off somewhere rotting in the noonday sun. Casually rotting…a glib cadaver.

But 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!

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.

I wish that I could leave myself alone. I wish that I could finally feel that I punished myself enough. That I deserved time off for all my bad behavior. Let myself off the hook, drag myself off the rack where I am both torturer and torturee.

I am always disappointed with someone who loves me - how perfect can he be if he can't see through me?

no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

And I ultimately not only addressed it, I named my two moods Roy and Pam. Roy is Rollicking Roy, the wild ride of a mood, and Pam is Sediment Pam, who stands on the shore and sobs. (Pam stands for "piss and moan.") One mood is the meal, and the next mood is the check.

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

I liked being Princess Leia. Or Princess Leia's being me. Over time I thought that we'd melded into one. I don't think you could think of Leia without my lurking in that thought somewhere.

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

We often assume that when the surface offers so little the depth must be unfathomable.

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

The hairstyle that was chosen would impact how everyone—every filmgoing human—would envision me for the rest of my life. (And probably even beyond—it's hard to imagine any TV obituary not using a photo of that cute little round-faced girl with goofy buns on either side of her inexperienced head.)

I wish I could go away somewhere but the only problem with that is that I'd have to go, too.

Anyway, at a certain point in my early twenties, my mother started to become worried about my obviously ever-increasing drug ingestion. So she ended up doing what any concerned parent would do. She called Cary Grant.

You're not really famous until youre a Pez dispenser.

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.

If Harrison was unable to see that I had feelings for him (at least five, but sometimes as many as seven) then he wasn't as smart as I thought he was – as I knew he was.

To make him important in one's life requires an overactive imagination. Unfortunately, mine never knows when to quit.