The United Nations is nothing but a trap-door to the Red World's immense concentration camp. We pretty much control the U. N.
I like to go and do something adventurous. I like to go out and do some sort of crazy activity.
I can't handle the paparazzi. They're everywhere. One of them was in a dumpster trying to take my photo the other day. It was crazy!
Honesty is most important, and it's difficult when you're young and single and sort of figuring out your own life.
It's weird, but I don't feel like think I deserve any of the attention. There's really nothing but one audition for a Disney Channel movie that separates me from 2,000 other brown-haired, blue-eyed guys in L. A. , you know?
The more attention you give to the paparazzi, the more it just, like, validates everything. . .
I'd love to take a year off and travel the world under the radar. I would love to do it really low key. I wouldn't need to stay in fancy hotels or anything; I just want to explore - but I don't know how I'd do it. Would I shave my head to try and go incognito? Ha ha! I'm not telling.
I always thought communism was crap, really.
The passing of the years awakens in our hearts the cry for permanence.
When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.
He had two lives: one, open, seen and known by all who cared to know, full of relative truth and of relative falsehood, exactly like the lives of his friends and acquaintances; and another life running its course in secret. And through some strange, perhaps accidental, conjunction of circumstances, everything that was essential, of interest and of value to him, everything in which he was sincere and did not deceive himself, everything that made the kernel of his life, was hidden from other people.