I was age six or seven, and singing, "Jesus wants me for her son, beep, to shine for him," and people smiled and pinched my cheeks till the blood vessels broke, and I knew I was doing something right.
L. A. ispolluted. It's overpopulated. But it is very much home. It was inevitable for me, the moving back. I was living in San Francisco, and Joan broke it off with me, and I needed a place to live. I'd been divorced. And I needed to write movies and TV shows to earn a living. Alimony. All that. So I figured what the hell, I'll go back to L. A.
My heart broke open and history fell in.
Did something happen to the sanctity of your church again?" My eye twitched. "Newt broke it so she could look in my closet. " Again.
I went to a fight the other night, and a hockey game broke out.
You know I want to be a director, but you could never truly see the movies in my head and that, Ed, is why we broke up.
I had just sat down at a table with Star [Jones] and, bam, it just popped all over Star's shoes. Star was like, 'What is that!?' I said, 'My water broke!'
I used to do this big rant at the end of some gigs with Ben Folds Five. The band broke into this big heavy metal thing and I started as a joke to scream in a heavy metal falsetto. I found myself saying things like: Feel my pain, I am white, feel my pain.
I think that so many people don't understand how easy it is to be broke, how easy it is to find yourself in a situation where you're in an absolutely foreign place.
Like most bands we're a family, family before band. If we broke up tomorrow, we'd still be friends.
. . . nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny.
Don't tell people you are broke. Guilting fans into buying your music never works.
Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.
I was driving my car, I crashed and broke my spine. So yes there are things worse in life than never being someone's sweetie.
I had a stalker who was extremely violent. He broke into the studio with knives and I was locked in a bathroom.
Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is hung.
I broke something and realized I should break something once a week to remind me how fragile life is.