I've gone through managers like people go through shredded wheat. Nobody looks after you.
I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.
They said they respect me, which means, their judgment is crazy.
I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die ?
Age gives you a great sense of proportion. You can be very hard on yourself when you're younger but now I just think 'well everybody's absolutely mad and I'm doing quite well'.