I walk this road of flames and danger alone. To see the ocean of dreams. And drink from its endless freedom that flows though our veins to be someonesomething much more than human.

When the star dies Its eye closes tired of watching It flies back to its first bright dream.

I used to think as I looked out on the Hollywood night — there must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I'm not going to worry about them. I'm dreaming the hardest.