"Yes, she was trying, exhausting. Aren’t we all? Aren’t we all a little too demanding of life, our friends, ourselves? I think she was desperate to matter, to be important, to be a good friend, to rise above the demons of her life, most of which are unknown to people and most of which would have destroyed most of us. I think she wanted someone to love her without fucking her–metaphorically or otherwise–and I think she wanted someone to listen to her, really hear her. Haven’t I just described all of us? I know I’ve described myself."
Dennis Hopper (via debbyryan)
