Good lord I miss this woman. I could read and listen to her stories all day.
The book starts out as Carrie Fisher retelling some of the days leading up to her joining the cast of Star Wars in the late 70s, but then as the title suggests, she found some long lost diary pages and quite literally puts them in the book.
It's very much hearing about her life at the time, but Carrie Fisher is such a huge character with such a way of telling stories that I really enjoyed reading her accounts.
One thing that really suprised me was that she would write poems as part of her diary, and the poems are really good. It amazes me that someone can just throw out a thoughtful and well written poem and it's casually added to a diary.
Everytime I read Carrie Fisher or see her on the screen I wish that she was still in the world. But I am grateful of the legacy she's left behind.
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Kidding yourself doesn't require that you have a sense of humor. But a sense of humor comes in handy for almost everything else.
I knew my name. So I let him know I knew it. "Yeah," I said in a voice very like mine.
I had so much lip gloss on you might have slid off and broken your own lips if you tried to kiss me.
Recollections might differ with regard to the smaller details, but I don't think my perceptions are distorted.
Peter is attractive also. Not as attractive as Koo, but he doesn't have to be because as you no doubt are aware, if you have a penis and a job, being handsome is a fantastic bonus but hardly a necessity.
I'd always written, since I was about twelve. It seemed to calm me, getting anything that might be chaotic behind the eyes onto the page in front of me where it could do me less harm.
Sullen and scornful; a real Marlboro man The type who pours out the beer and eats the can
We often assume that when the surface offers so little the depth must be unfathomable.
people. I trust and mistrust anyone. I have traveled a full circle. But this time, on returning to zero again, I am able to act out the mistake more adeptly.
I never had what I wanted because I would never want what I had
If you'd never gotten close I wouldn't have noticed when you were far away But you filled up my nights and then emptied my days
We leave no sophistry unturned As our rhetoric becomes more intense Using our very large vocabularies To disguise our very common sense.
Even though you were running around and shooting guns, your hair absolutely could not be in disarray.
God never gives us more than we can handle, so if He gives you a lot, take it as a compliment—you catch the overall gist of my drift.
Never have had my entire planet blown up in front of me (including my mother and entire record collection),