Amber Heard Quotes

Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.

People come to Los Angeles and sell their soul every day. It's sad.

Fame is often called a deal with the devil. Reality show fame is a really bad deal with the devil.

When you actually meet the devil and he offers you a deal most artists eventually negotiate.

The devil is compromise.

Living in L.A., everyone likes to mold you and change you. I don't care about fame, I don't care about being a celebrity. I know that's part of the job, but I don't feed into anyone's idea of who I should be.

I think that having a public career is a bargain with the devil.

I won't sell my soul to the devil, but I do want success and I don't think that's bad.

When I was young in L.A. and I couldn't get into clubs or restaurants, I would call imitating celebrities and get a table, and it would work often. I was either Stallone or Mickey Rourke: 'This is Sly. I may be late, but my buddy Hank will be there early.'

In L.A., unless you've just won an Oscar or you're Mr. Studio Head, no one talks to you. Even at parties.

Some people think Hollywood is shallow. I find that it's home.

People get it twisted. They see the baseball stuff, and they don't see you as a human being. They see you as someone that just plays baseball.

What I didn't realize is, getting out to L.A., you realize how normal it is, especially if you go eat or have dinner in West Hollywood: kind of everybody is somebody out there.

Everyone goes To L.A. to be noticed. I went there to be completely invisible.

They treat you as if you are a different kind of human or life form when you are a celebrity - as if we don't breathe the same air, or we don't bleed the same - and I hate that. I really hate that.

L.A. may be easy for the beautiful because it's the land of the beautiful.

The sale of souls to gain the whole world is completely voluntary and almost unanimous...but not quite.

And I flirted with the devil and he dealt me a card. He told me that you will never win. So I sold my soul to the devil. I never thought it could be this bad. And I got the devil takin' me away

Nuh-uh. No deals with the devil. I’ve learned my lesson on that one. ~Jaime Vegas

"So you have your price."... "Your soul for a cookie."

As a game-show host, what I'm thinking and what I'm experiencing doesn't matter. My opinion doesn't matter. So there's a flattened reality to it. It's fun to do. But it's certainly not myself in totality - or even maybe a little bit.

Sex divorced from love, instead of raising man by taking him away from himself, drags him down to the hall of mirrors where he is always confronted with self. Sex does not care about the person, but about the act. The fig leaf which once was put over the secret parts of man and woman in sculpture is now put over the face. The person does not matter.

I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money.

Whatever the consequences of staying true to yourself, they're much less than the consequences of selling your soul.

I sold my soul for the second time, cause' the man don't pay me.