Collective mourning, it’s a weird thing, isn’t it? I never met Robin Williams. Most of us didn’t but I’m willing to bet a lot of people felt a little sinking of the heart to hear that not only he passed away, but that suicide is suspected.
I’m sad because he will always be Genie in Aladdin, and Peter in Hook, and Mrs Doubtfire, and Alan Parrish in Jumanji. These are all films I adored as a child, so perhaps, psychologically, his death is another nail in coffin (excuse the metaphor) for my childhood.
Or perhaps I feel sad because he had one of those faces that just made you smile. How could you resist those twinkling eyes?
Or maybe it’s because, as someone who’s suffered from depression and taken anti-depressants for the last five years or so, I’m heartbroken to see someone so successful, with the world seemingly at his feet, finally give in and give up (if suicide is the verdict).
Or maybe it’s just sad when someone dies.
When it comes down to it, I know very little about the man, other than the roles he played, but here’s a few of my favourite quotes from him.
You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.
A woman would never make a nuclear bomb. They would never make a weapon that kills, no, no. They’d make a weapon that makes you feel bad for a while.
Men can’t fake an orgasm, who wants to look that dumb, you know what I’m saying?
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone.
Time is the best teacher, but unfortunately, it kills all of its students.
No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.
You have been a fabulous audience! Tell you what, you’re the best audience in the whole world. Take care of yourselves! Good night, Alice! Good night, Agrabah! Adios, amigos!