How they treat you is not necessarily who you are.
One thing George never did like other directors – I was to later learn, with dismay – was encourage us to “just have fun with it.” So many directors have urged me in that amused direction, and I always want to say, “Is that what I’m here for? Fun?
I narrate a life I’m reluctant to live.
But with these human beings you never know. They might not want to hurt you. They might even like you, and that would be the worst possible thing that could happen. Because what can you do with people that like you, except, of course, inevitably disappoint them?
I could’ve given you so much but you wanted so little.
So my death is worth something to some people. If I had enough pictures signed someone could put out a hit on me.
See that girl just ahead of us? With that headband?” “Yeah?” “She’s Debbie Reynolds’s daughter.” There was a slight pause before she added, “She thinks she’s so great.” Wow, right? Uncanny how she so perfectly nailed me straight out of the box. I just thought I was incredible.
I love their being as bound up in their history as they are, preserving their buildings instead of razing them to the ground to make way for another big beige building with lots of windows to throw yourself screaming from.
Someone’s summered in my stomach, Someone’s fallen through my legs, To make an infant omelet, Simply scramble sperm and eggs.
Many would argue there are certain otherwise-private stories I might’ve been wiser to keep closer to the vest. That vest that knows no proximity.
Even if I could, what are we talking about here, soft porn for hardened sci-fi fans?
Mum is the word for just so long and then it has to go back to being a British parent. Of.
You needn’t ever make mountains out of molehills again. You have misjudged yourself. You are not who you think you are.
It seemed to calm me, getting anything that might be chaotic behind the eyes onto the page in front of me where it could do me less harm. Along the lines of the saying, “Better out than in,” though that refers to vomit. Maybe more like, “Better an empty house than an unhappy tenant.” Not that writing on my notepads managed to actually empty my mind – though some would argue – but I was grateful to relieve the overflow.
I had in no way intended to risk my life. I just wanted to turn the sound down and smooth all of my sharp corners.
The man sitting alone so silent and strong So what if you’re attracted for all the wrong reasons So what if your reasoning’s wrong Call his indifference mystery Call his arrogance intellect All you’ve got to lose is your heart And a little self-respect. If you’ve got arrogance and indifference You can make them pay They’re the most commercial product On the romantic market today.
My only intent was to feel better – which is to say, not to feel at all.
Do not let what you think they think of you make you stop and question everything you are. Surely between the various yous, you can find that you not only have enough going for you to keep you going, but to “take you far.
When I was initially approached about going to Comic-Con, the giant comic book convention, I said, ‘I wouldn’t be caught dead at one of those has-been roundups.” But, as it turns out, I’ve been caught alive at those roundups often enough to wish I was dead.
I was playing for keeps and he was playing for fun.