#autobiography

When my mother left her second husband, she wrote her autobiography and presented it to him for his approval. ↗

— David Antin

#autobiography #her #him #his #husband

The book is called 'Thanks for Nothing' and it's really the story of how I got into comedy and traces back every strand in my life that is relevant to that story. It's kind of an autobiography but isn't, as it stops about 25 years ago. It goes right up to the first time I do stand up. ↗

— Jack Dee

#ago #autobiography #back #book #called

One of the more fatuous remarks I've heard in recent days is that 'My Life,' Clinton's autobiography, is too long and, at almost 1,000 pages, short it is not. But this man was for eight years the President of the most powerful country on earth. ↗

— Alastair Campbell

#autobiography #clinton #country #days #earth

But, Tarantino has seen all of my movies. He's seen my good stuff, he's seen my bad stuff, he's seen the ones I directed, he's read my autobiography. There's an awful lot of things he knows about me, all of which I think had something to do with his casting. ↗

— David Carradine

#autobiography #awful #bad #bad stuff #casting

If you say a modern celebrity is an adulterer, a pervert and a drug addict, all it means is that you've read his autobiography. ↗

— P. J. O'Rourke

#autobiography #celebrity #drug addict #his #means

I have a children's book already out and my autobiography. ↗

— Della Reese

#autobiography #book #children #i #out

A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#face #fiction #her #his #man

I won't write my autobiography because I never had an affair with Frank Sinatra, and if I had had, I wouldn't tell anyone. ↗

— Celia Johnson

#anyone #autobiography #because #frank #frank sinatra

I believe there's only one autobiography you can do. ↗

— John McEnroe

#believe #i #i believe #only #you

Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me. ↗

— Stephen Fry

#death #depression #beauty