Quotes from Rachel Ward

I remember having to take detours around the Hollywood sign to avoid having to see this grotesque poster of myself on Sunset Boulevard.

I got pigeonholed a bit. When I wanted to be an actress, I never wanted to be the kind of actress I became.

You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.

Life's not that simple. Not so easy to move on when the anger you've got is what keeps you going.

Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You're born, you live, you die. That's it.

Part of me wanted this more than anything else in the world—to have someone to hang out with, be like everyone else for a while. The rest of me screamed to get the hell out of there, not to get sucked in.

And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.

And then, a strangely comforting thought trickled through me—I had nothing, so I could do anything now. Anything I wanted. I had nothing left to lose.

I was tired of being me.

People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue.

How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.

I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?

We all know we're one day closer to the end when we wake up in the morning. We just kid ourselves that it's not happening.

It's okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don't know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody talks about it.

My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we're so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.

Do you know what it's like to hear those words? To hear the person you love telling you they love you, too? If you don't now, I hope you do one day.

You're mental. I always knew you were.

If you've found someone who loves you – that's the most important thing of all. If you've got that, then you should appreciate every damn second with them.

Are you the same? Is it only afterward that you think of what you should have said, the killer response,the put-down that would make them stay put down?

You can not escape death: the end always reach you.

We know it, but chose forget it. Is too much hard to bear. Yesterday, you made me realize that: we chose forget.

But we are starting again, Jem. If I hadn't met you, it probably would have been dope and pills and smoking crack and shooting up junk. Prison. Hospitalization. That's how it would have been for me, but you saved me from that. It's going to be different for us now."

Todos sabemos que todo tendrá fin algún día, pero no podemos dejar que eso nos frene. No debemos dejar que nos impida vivir.