If you’re tired of being invisible, stop hiding in other people’s personalities.
I’m most comfortable with uncomfortable silence.
I’m doomed. I have nothing to wear. And where’s the top to my zebra-striped bikini?[Enid Sinclair]Hiding in shame.[Wednesday Addams]
I hate to speak ill of the dead, but in this case, Weems really fudged up.[Barry Dort]I don’t like to speak ill of the dead either. It’s much more fun to demonize the living.[Wednesday Addams]
I don’t evolve. I cocoon.
Flattery is like formaldehyde. It is to be sniffed, never swallowed.
Experimenting on his own daughter. That’s twisted. Even by my own sick standards.
Can I get your autograph?[Agnes DeMille]I only sign my name in blood.[Wednesday Addams]I would expect nothing less.[Agnes DeMille]I never said it was my own blood.[Wednesday Addams]
Camping is even more savage than I imagined. Turns out nature doesn’t bring us together. It rips us apart. It devours the weak, leaving the strong to stumble on.
As Voltaire once said, “The happiest of lives is a busy solitude.”
