Quotes About Carrie Fisher

I have been in 'Star Wars' since I was 20. And they're not just doing some goofy sequel, like, to service the hunger of it. It actually has been thought out and it has integrity and they took it seriously, which they didn't have to do, you know? It's hard to do, given the appetite and the angles from which everybody's coming at it.

MADONNA WASN'T GOING to give it up to a regular reporter. We thought first of asking Norman Mailer to do the piece, but in retrospect that could have been an ego train wreck. She agreed to Carrie Fisher. (Carrie said she was our "lower-budget alternative.")

In my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train.

The movie I've seen a million times - wait, that's not possible - my favorite movie of all times is 'The Empire Strikes Back,' directed by Irvin Kershner, executive-produced by the great George Lucas and stars Harrison Ford, Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher, Billy Dee Williams, James Earl Jones.

Carrie Fisher will always be an icon as Leia, but also as Carrie. She will live on forever.

Kevin Smith is a very challenging conversationalist and Jay has many great stories.

Karl Marx: Religion is the opiate of the masses. Carrie Fisher: I did masses of opiates religiously.

I always wanted to blunt and blur what was painful. My idea [in taking drugs] was pain reduction and mind expansion, but I ended up with mind reduction and pain expansion.

In my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train.

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

And as much as I may have joked about Star Wars over the years, I liked that I was in those films. Particularly as the only girl in an all-boy fantasy.

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. So I loved him and he allowed it. That's as close a reckoning as I can muster four decades later.

there was something intimidating about Harrison. His face in repose looked to me like it was closer to a scowl than to any other expression. It was immediately clear that he was no people pleaser; this was more of a people unsettler.

And my weight, as everyone at Lucasland can recall, was, and remains, of the "any kind" variety.

Even though you were running around and shooting guns, your hair absolutely could not be in disarray. One had to look all neat and tidy while involved in the aerobic activity of saving the galaxy.

Don't offer me love I seek disinterest and denial Tenderness makes my skin crawl Understanding is vile When you offer me happiness You offer too much My ideal is a long-lasting longing For someone whom I cannot quite touch

The only exercise guru then was Richard Simmons—a flamboyant fuzzy-haired creature who vaguely resembled a gay Bozo the Clown, unless that's redundant, which I, thank God, have no way of knowing, having no, thank God, direct

I had so much lip gloss on you might have slid off and broken your own lips if you tried to kiss me.

It's sort of like an invitation to the White House—only you meet a better class of people in the mental hospital.

no matter what the dictionary says, in my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train.

So instead of a bra, what do you think I wore for support, intergalactically? Gaffer's tape.

But imagine this though. Imagine having a mood system that functions essentially like weather - independently of whatever's going on in your life. So the facts of your life remain the same, just the emotional fiction that you're responding to differs. It's like I'm not properly insulated - so all the bad and the good ways that you and most of the people in adjacent neighborhoods and around the world feel - that pours directly into my system unchecked. It's so fun.

So, what happens is you go to space and you become weightless. So far so good, right? But then your body expands??? But your bra doesn't—so you get strangled by your own bra. Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit—so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

But no matter what the dictionary says, in my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train. Given that, I've had three and a half problems. A dead guy in my bed, substance abuse, and manic-depression.