I have a right to my anger and I don’t want anybody telling me I shouldn’t be that it’s not nice to be and that something’s wrong with me because I get angry.
Some people say it might be good for your career to die and then come back again. I have died many ways car crashes motorcycle crashes etc. But I am still alive.
Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You’ve got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I’ve got my Freud mixed up. It’s just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.
It takes far less courage to kill yourself than it takes to make yourself wake up one more time. It’s harder to stay where you are than to get out. For everyone but you that is.
True love makes the thought of death frequent easy without terrors it merely becomes the standard of comparison the price one would pay for many things.
Just as I shall select my ship when I am about to go on a voyage or my house when I propose to take a residence so I shall choose my death when I am about to depart from life.
I don’t think I would want the responsibility for enforcing the death penalties. There’s always the inevitable question of whether someone you gave the order to execute might truly have been innocent.
I like things that are kind of eclectic when one thing doesn’t go with another. That’s why I love Rome. The town itself is that way. It’s where Fascist architecture meets classic Renaissance where the ancient bangs up against the contemporary. It has a touch of everything. That’s my style and that’s what my work is about.