Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.
We’re all damaged in our own way. Nobody’s perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us.
The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.
Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.