These Days Most Women Have

Everybody Dies. There’s Nothing You Can Do About It. Whether Or Not You Eat Six Almonds A Day. Whether Or Not You Believe In God. (although There’s No Question A Belief In God Would Come In Handy. It Would Be Great To Think There’s A Plan, And That Everything Happens For A Reason. I Don’t Happen To Believe That. And Every Time One Of My Friends Says To Me, “everything Happens For A Reason,” I Would Like To Smack Her.)

Well, I'm Gonna Get Out Of Bed Every Morning... Breathe In And Out All Day Long. Then, After A While I Won't Have To Remind Myself To Get Out Of Bed Every Morning And Breathe In And Out... And, Then After A While, I Won't Have To Think About How I Had It Great And Perfect For A While. - Sleepless In Seattle

I Don't Think Any Day Is Worth Living Without Thinking About What You're Going To Eat Next At All Times.

A Lot Of College Graduates Approach Me About Becoming Screenwriters. I Tell Them, 'do Not Become A Screenwriter, Become A Journalist,' Because Journalists Go Into Worlds That Are Not Their Own. Kids Who Go To Hollywood Write Coming-of-age Stories For Their First Scripts, About What Happened To Them When They Were Sixteen. Then They Write The Summer Camp Script. At The Age Of Twenty-three They Haven't Produced Anything, And That's The End Of The Career.

Eat Every Meal As If It's Your Last; When The Last One Comes, You Probably Won't Be Very Hungry.