One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.
Nothing like falling in love with a dead actress to prove your sanity.
I was constantly falling in love, and it never occurred to me that this was wrong or bad.
love is a mental illness, an obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized!
That's not a villain, that's a man whose a victim of being in love with the wrong one.
Courtroom for Ted Bundy's trial is packed with women, trying to meet him and give him love letters and wedding-fucking-proposals...and the first thought that enters my mind is, "And I'm not getting laid." What am I doing wrong?
I've never had a mental break-down, where I've grappled with my own sense of religion, but I've definitely had my heart broken and fancied people I probably shouldn't have fancied and all that stuff.
Shorty, let me tell you about my only vice: It has to do with lots of lovin', and it ain't nuttin' nice.
Obsession is so extreme and so hard to imagine with the rational mind that it has a science-fiction-like quality to it-it's almost as if the obsessed one has been taken over by a replica, a pod, a facsimile of the rational person.
To be the object of someone's obsession is horrible.
I had liked him for all the wrong reasons.
I made a film called 'Bad Timing' that I thought everybody would respond to. It was about obsessive love and physical obsession. I thought this must touch everyone, from university dons down.
Love without evidence is stalking.
Well, people fall in love with the wrong guy all the time, it doesn't make them bad people.
