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“Karl Marx: "Religion is the opiate of the masses."

Carrie Fisher: "I did masses of opiates religiously.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“You know how I always seem to be struggling, even when the situation doesn't call for it?”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“Life is a cruel, horrible joke and I am the punch line.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“Look,' he said, 'I don't think we should continue this discussion. I don't like this side of you.' 'I'm not a box,' she said 'I don't have sides. This is it. One side fits all. This is it.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situation and then BOOM! I'll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion - a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“We live in America,' he said. 'Everyone who speaks English understands you. How they interpret you is something else.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“I don't think you ever get to relax. I mean, sure there's a couple of people who could, but I bet they don't. Because by the time they get to where they could relax, they don't. Because by the time they get to where they could relax, they've gotten completely used to not being able to. How do you just suddenly become somebody who relaxes? The kind of ambition you need to get to that place is not relaxing. It's searing. I think there's probably something about living your whole life in a popularity contest -- trying to get people to like you who you couldn't give a flying fuck about -- that kills relaxation.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“I may not take cristicism well, but that doesn't mean I'm not hearing it. I'll hear it later. Right now I'm storing it in my delayed response area, because it's hard for me. I wish I was someone who welcomed cristicism and immediately understood its valeu, but I'm not, and if I look unhappy about this, I am.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“I said, “Instant gratification takes too long.” The glib martyr.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“I narrate a life I'm reluctant to live.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“My want can only do so much in terms of changing what's actually occuring with other people, and I'd like to keep it that way. I don't want to feel that if I had wanted something more, or had said one other thing, or had worn a different dress, or had been more mysterious, or more open, then I would get something or someone I wouldn't get otherwise.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“Maybe I shouldn’t have given the guy who pumped my stomach my phone number, but who cares? My life is over anyway.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“It struck me today that the people that have had an impact on me are the people who didn't make it. Marilyn Monroe, Judy Garland, Montgomery Clift, Lenny Bruce, Janis Joplin, John Belushi. It's not Making It to be Marilyn Monroe, but it is to me.

In our culture these people are heroes. There's something inside of that- a message that killing yourself like that isn't so bad. All the interesting people do it, the extraordinary ones. A weird, weird message. Most of the people I've admired in show business-comedians, writers, actors-are alcoholics or drug addicts or suicides. It's bizarre. And I get to be in that club now. It's the one thing I cling to in here: Wow, I'm hip now, like the dead people.

Romancing the stoned.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“It’s like I’ve got a visa for happiness, but for sadness I’ve got a lifetime pass.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“In the last few years I've become an accepted eccentric at best, and a fuckup at worst. I feel like I'll let people down if I take away the behavior they've grown accustomed to disapproving of. They try to discipline me, I refuse to be disciplined. They object, I'm objectionable. We all know exactly what to do.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“How they treat you is not necessarily who you are.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“I feel like what I look like is government issue, it's pretty much out of my hands. But I invent the stuff I say. That's me.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“Sometimes I feel like my life ended and I'm still here.

Other times I feel so calm, I swear I can hear air moving slowly over the earth. I still eat junk, I don't exercise enough, and last week I had a cigarette. But I figure if I had to give up everything I put between me and my feelings, I'd stand at the center of my being and howl like a lonely old dog.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“The genesis was truly to find someone, was truly to make an impact, to bond. The difference now is that since I've never found it, I proceed as if I never will. Now I'm just into looking, not finding.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“It seems like I want them to like me for my mind, anyway, " she said, " so why not let them go straight for it? Why get them to like my legs? It doesn't seem like that's me. I feel like what I look like is government issue, it's pretty much out of my hands. But I invent the stuff I say. That's me.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“He told her what was happening in the world that he belonged to and she visited.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“It seems like I want them to like me for my mind, anyway," she said, "so why not let them go straight for it? Why get them to like my legs? It doesn't seem like that's me. I feel like what I look like is government issue, it's pretty much out of my hands. But I invent the stuff I say. That's me.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

“Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

“The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.”
― Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

“because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar