Even Losing You (the Joking Voice, A Gesture I Love) I Shan't Have Lied. It's Evident The Art Of Losing's Not Too Hard To Master Though It May Look Like (write It!) Like Disaster.
I Think A Breakup Can Be The Beginning Of A Friendship. That's Not Me Trying To Make Everything Ok - It's Me Saying, "no, We Love Each Other. Let's Not Pretend We Don't."
None Of Us Suffers As Much As We Should, Or Loves As Much As We Say. Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The Last.
Any Real Change Implies The Breakup Of The World As One Has Always Known It, The Loss Of All That Gave One An Identity, The End Of Safety. And At Such A Moment, Unable To See And Not Daring To Imagine What The Future Will Now Bring Forth, One Clings To What One Knew, Or Dreamed That One Possessed. Yet, It Is Only When A Man Is Able, Without Bitterness Or Self-pity, To Surrender A Dream He Has Long Cherished Or A Privilege He Has Long Possessed That He Is Set Free - He Has Set Himself Free - For Higher Dreams, For Greater Privileges.
Any Real Change Implies The Breakup Of The World As One Has Always Known It, The Loss Of All That Gave One An Identity, The End Of Safety.
Being Sad And Going Out On Terrible Dates And Having Horrible Breakups And Then Having A Shitty Job And Then Quitting The Shitty Job And Then Wondering If You Shouldn't Have Quit The Shitty Job And Then Getting A New Shitty Job That You Get Fired Off Of After Six Weeks, It's All So Good For Your Writing.
Twenty-one Years Ago, When I First Heard Mia Farrow Had Accused Me Of Child Molestation, I Found The Idea So Ludicrous I Didn't Give It A Second Thought. We Were Involved In A Terribly Acrimonious Breakup, With Great Enmity Between Us And A Custody Battle Slowly Gathering Energy. The Self-serving Transparency Of Her Malevolence Seemed So Obvious I Didn't Even Hire A Lawyer To Defend Myself. It Was My Show Business Attorney Who Told Me She Was Bringing The Accusation To The Police And I Would Need A Criminal Lawyer.
A Wife Lasts Only For The Length Of The Marriage, But An Ex-wife Is There For The Rest Of Your Life.
I Tell People This: It's Hard To Write About Walking In The Park, But It's Easy To Write About A Breakup.
I Went Through My First Big Breakup, With A Boyfriend Who I Had Been With For More Than Two Years. He Had Been One Of My Dancers, And It Was My First Love And His.