You can overcome anything if you don't bellyache.
There's never any percentage in being ahead of your time.
I’ve always been uninterested in boundaries or quarantines between tastes and types, between mediums and genres.
As a child growing up in pre-gentrification Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, I went everywhere by bicycle. My bike was in many ways the key to my neighborhood, which, at the time, was Boerum Hill, Brooklyn. This was in the 60s and 70s, before all the white people and restaurants. I really can't underscore boldly enough the fact that I grew up in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, before it was gentrified. You could get mugged!
Context is everything. Dress me up and see. I'm a carnival barker, an auctioneer, a downtown performance artist, a speaker in tongues, a senator drunk on filibuster. I've got Tourette's. My mouth won't quit, though mostly I whisper or subvocalize like I'm reading aloud, my Adam's apple bobbing, jaw muscle beating like a miniature heart under my cheek, the noise suppressed, the words escaping silently, mere ghosts of themselves, husks of empty breath and tone.
Yes! I'm the slowest comic-book writer on Earth.
I never take any notes or draw charts or make elaborate diagrams, but I hold an image of the shape of a book in my head and work from that mental hologram.
Mr. Gladstone read Homer for fun, which I thought served him right.
You must not let hatred destroy you. You will lose your soul.
I think we are all overcoming tiny obstacles every second of every day even if that means just a small shift in perspective.
Oh, the relationship with actors and managers and agents and things is a terrible problem sometimes.