You either create something and you keep it a secret and you die with it, or you can benefit the craft.

During the late '20s my father left us. My mother was in a complete hole with no money, and we were evicted.

The essence is, what can we do next? And will it be good?

Like most ghetto kids I knew it was important to be 'somebody' so I became a good soccer player, because excelling at a sport seemed to make you special.

We learned to put discipline in the haircuts by using actual geometry, actual architectural shapes and bone structure. The cut had to be perfect and layered beautifully, so that when a woman shook it, it just fell back in.

It's hard to give advice. There are so many people, how do you give major advice to a group of people, it's very presumptuous.

'The Pianist' is a movie I could watch over and over again.