If you're going to talk about me behind my back, at least check out my great ass.
I'm not going to go through life with one arm tied behind my back.
You're only as sick as your secrets.
I started doing cartoons when I was about 21. I never thought I would be a cartoonist. It happened behind my back. I was always a painter and drawer.
My ass contemplates those who talk behind my back.
I don't know what goes on behind my back. . . I always feel like, if you don't have anything good to say, then don't say anything.
What is said behind my back is said to my ass.
Part of my gestalt is that I still feel a little bit like a wallflower. Even in my own life. I talk about myself behind my back.
One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't listen to them.
I'd like to do what I see in my head. I always feel like I'm directing with one hand tied behind my back.
On your best day, you're only as good as I am on my worst with one arm tied behind my back.
He's my friend that speaks well of me behind my back.
I've had friends who've lied to me, I've had friends who've done things behind my back, I've had people steal from me - and it doesn't stop me from trusting.
