I love living in Los Angeles.
The good life is one that's artistically made.
This is my saddest story: In grade school, they would have us open our Valentine's cards and read them out loud. I always sent cards to myself because nobody else did.
It's easy to say no, I'm not going to do that. I'm not leaving the house.
I believe in taking what happens as inevitable.
I was built for the long run, not for the short dash, I guess.