God grant you all your desires and accept my own hearty thanks for all your attention to me. Although indeed, those attentions have tried me more than death can now terrify me.

Although it hath pleased God to hasten my death by you, by whom my life should rather have been lengthened, yet can I patiently take it, that I yield God more hearty thanks for shortening my woeful days.

I'd rather live on my own than live with a face that looks at me with the wrong eyes.

What is writing but an expression of my own life?

Zoolander was more of my own sensibility.

Oh God, don't envy me, I have my own pains.