Carrie Fisher
Carrie Fisher
Carrie Frances Fisheris an American actress and writer. She is best known for her role as Princess Leia in the original Star Wars trilogyand Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Fisher is also known for her semi-autobiographical novels, including Postcards from the Edge, and the screenplay for the film of the same name, as well as her autobiographical one-woman play, and its nonfiction book, Wishful Drinking, based on the show. Her other film roles include Shampoo, The Blues Brothers, Hannah and...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMovie Actress
Date of Birth21 October 1956
CityBeverly Hills, CA
CountryUnited States of America
I am truly a product of Hollywood in-breeding. When two celebrities mate, someone like me is the result.
Acting engenders and harbours qualities that are best left way behind in adolescence.
The manic end of is a lot of fun.
If anything, my mother taught me how to sur-thrive. That's my word for it.
Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
I always kept a diary - not a diary like, 'Dear Diary, we got up at 5 A.M., and I wore the weird hair again and that white dress! Hi-yeee!' I'd just write.
We treat beauty like an accomplishment, and that is insane. Everyone in L.A. says, 'Oh, you look good,' and you listen for them to say you've lost weight. It's never 'How are you?' or 'You seem happy!'
General Kenobi, Years ago, you served my father in the Clone Wars; now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in person; but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission to Alderaan has failed. I've placed information vital to the survival of the rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope.
You can't find true affection in Hollywood because everyone does the fake affection so well.
There were days I could barely struggle into a size 46 or 48, months of larges and XXLs, and endless rounds of leggings with the elastic at the waist stretched to its limit and beyond - topped with the fashion equivalent of a tea cozy. And always black, because I was in mourning for my slimmer self.
There's a line I have that our family was designed more for public than for private. But there are definitely some things that are only mine. I am someone who dreams at night, and you don't know what I'm dreaming.
You know how I always seem to be struggling, even when the situation doesn't call for it?