How strange it is that when I was a child I tried to be like a grownup, yet as soon as I ceased to be a child I often longed to be like one.

I knew from the time I could walk that I wanted to work. I wanted to be my own boss and do my own thing. You can get what you want if you act like there is no other option.

I wanted to be free. I wanted to express desires on my own, to shape my own little life.

I wanted to be an actor. I never wanted to grow up. I never wanted to. I wanted to fly.

When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

As a child I have always known what I wanted. In my room I had a write-up that when I become eighteen I would rent my own apartment.

I was getting tired of the streets. I was tired of being grown and i wanted to be a kid again.

Above all, he wanted to stop being a child without using the cheap disguise of becoming a parent.

I told her that I flat-out didn’t want to work for someone else. I wanted to build something that was my own, something I could point to and say: I made that. It was the only way I saw to make life meaningful.

She said as an ambitious woman she learnt to stand on her own feet and to leave a life independent of her father.

When I was growing up I always wanted to be someone. Now I realize I should have been more specific.

I always wanted to be a femme fatale. Even when I was a young girl, I never really wanted to be a girl. I wanted to be a woman.

When I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely.

At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.