Wishful Drinking

by Carrie Fisher

“Honey, I know this is a pain in the ass.” And I said, “If I could isolate the pain just to my ass, it would be awesome.”

My mother’s closet was the magical place that she entered as my mom and emerged as Debbie Reynolds.

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.

My only intent was to feel better—which is to say, not to feel at all.

Losing your mind is a frightening thing—especially if you have a lot to lose—but once it’s lost, it’s fine! No big deal! There could be a light shining out of your head. It’s sort of like glowing in your own dark.

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

“Cry all you want, you’ll pee less!” (I don’t know if that is true though.)