Rachel Ward Quotes

" But we are starting again, Jem. If I hadn't met you, it probably would have been dope and pills and smoking crack and shooting up junk. Prison. Hospitalization. That's how it would have been for me, but you saved me from that. It's going to be different for us now."

How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.

I can't stand men crying. It's wrong, isn't it? Their faces aren't made for it, they kind of crumple; it's painful to watch.

And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.

I reached up and cupped the back of his neck and drew him down to me, and we kissed again.

Do you know what it's like to hear those words? To hear the person you love telling you they love you, too? If you don't now, I hope you do one day.

Part of me wanted this more than anything else in the world - to have someone to hang out with, be like everyone else for a while. The rest of me screamed to get the hell out of there, not to get sucked in.

I've been as critically rubbished as acclaimed and the worst thing about that is that it usually plays into your own self-criticism.

My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards - we're so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.

I remember having to take detours around the Hollywood sign to avoid having to see this grotesque poster of myself on Sunset Boulevard.

I got pigeonholed a bit. When I wanted to be an actress, I never wanted to be the kind of actress I became.

People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue.

Spider?" I'd said, with a question mark in my voice.
"Yeah."
"You know at school . . . what did you do that for? Wade in like that?"
Spider frowned. "He was disrespectful, Jem. What you said - I could tell it was real. It was what you were really feeling. He had no right to make a joke of it."
"Yeah, I know, he's a tosser, but it's nothing to do with you. You made a right show of yourself. You made a show of me."
"I didn't want him to get away with it."
"Yeah, but I don't need a knight in shining armor. I can look after myself." He was smiling a bit now. I paused. "It's not funny, man. It's made everything worse," I said quietly. "I've got comments all the time now, 'bout you and me. Sly comments."
He looked away, studied his hands. The knuckles on the right one were nearly healed up now.
My mouth had gone dry, but I had to get this clear with him. "You do know there's no 'you and me,' don't you, Spider?"
He looked up. "What?"
"We're not like . . . together. Just mates."
There was something about his sullenness when he said, "Yeah, 'course. Just mates. Mates is good," that made me think he felt the exact opposite. I was churning inside, cursing that day under the bridge. People were so bloody difficult. Why had I ever got involved?
He stood up, came toward me, putting an arm out. I thought, Shit, he's going to hug me. Hasn't he listened to anything? But his hand formed a fist, and he lightly punched my arm. "Listen,

I always tell young actors to have a back-up. You don't want to find yourself at the age of 30 still struggling to make a living out of acting.

Lovers, yes, we're lovers now.

We all know that everything will end some day, but we can not let that slow us. We must not let that stop us from living.

This was me, the real me, and Spider was the only person ever to have found me, to see me for who I was. And I saw him too.

You're in a movie because you're appealing and because you represent the aspiration, the fantasy, the ideal.

There's very little bohemia in Australia and it's one of the things I miss most about not living in Europe.

When I wanted to be an actress, I never wanted really to be the kind of actress I became.

I was tired of being me.