Harry Houdini Quotes

At 30 I thought my life was over. I thought I'd have made something of myself by then, that life would somehow have made the necessary arrangements - but actually I had nothing.

Where I live, in Vermont, there's this thing that women know about men, which is this disease: their childhood was so idyllic that nothing in the rest of their life can ever be satisfying. It's almost a plague.

When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.

I always wished for this, but it's almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

I'm an actress but it's not fulfilling me in the way I thought it would.

What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.

There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.

I should have been deliriously happy. I had my dream come true. I'm a best-selling author. So why is everything in my life, including my writing, going bad?

My dad used to draw these great cartoon figures. His dream was being a cartoonist, but he never achieved it, and it kind of broke my heart. I think part of my interest in art had to do with his yearning for something he could never have.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

To fulfil a fantasy is the quickest way to destroy it.

Life does not owe me a shred.

Our desires always disappoint us; for though we meet with something that gives us satisfaction, yet it never thoroughly answers our expectation.

It was taunted as reality. It was dangled as a carrot. In terms of people's hopes and dreams, to say that that is less of a reality than the daily grind they find themselves in is maybe not correct.

I'm not always going to keep waiting for a fairytale ending.

Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake.

It seemed to me that you make magic real by making it a little prosaic, a little difficult and disappointing - never quite as glamorous as the other characters imagine.

I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.

That was a surprise. I just had wished that Wil Wheaton was there. He was missing from the last show and it would have been nice if everyone could have been there.

Nothing ever comes out the way I hope it will. That first vision, that initial vision you have of a book, what it's going to be like when it's done, it begins to go wrong the second you start to write.

Chimere's not mine. That hurt 'cause I had attached myself to this guy, you know. This is my son. I'm looking at him, and I'm picturing I'm gonna be old, and he's gonna be - this is my son! It's not my son.

I just have to accept that I won't ever be Al Green, which is a hard pill to swallow.

I wanted to be a trophy wife, and I was fine with that. I thought I had my life written out - what it was going to be, what kind of woman I was going to be - and none of it happened.

For the first time in my life, in my mid-20s, I started to question things. Had I been deceived? I thought I had been destined for something great - to be Whitney Houston or Jennifer Holliday or Phylicia Rashad. I started to realize that a lot of people think that, and it doesn't happen for almost everyone.

My professional life has been a constant record of disillusion.