I had my flies ripped so often that eventually, in public, I had to have a side zip... can you imagine anything more humiliating than that
I had my flies ripped so often that eventually, in public, I had to have a side zip... can you imagine anything more humiliating than that
So I'm in quite the wrong profession obviously.
The camera can photograph thought. It's better than a paragraph of sweet polemic.
Living in a tower, however secure it may feel, is hardly a social attribute.
I don't lose my temper often; about once every twenty years perhaps.
The camera can photograph thought.
It was said of me recently that I suffered from an Obsessional Privacy. I can only suppose it must be true.
But, after all, one cannot, at sixty-two, look back down the corridor of one's life and not have some doubts about the journey one has made. The doors which one opened are now all closed. The doors one did not dare open remain shut. The corridor is dark only ahead is lighter. So one turns and proceeds in that direction. To go back is madness. To turn left or right, at this stage, is both exhausting and dangerous.
The kind of acting I used to enjoy no longer exists because your prime consideration is the budget, running time, the cost - and whether they'll understand it in Milwaukee.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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