Oh, yes. I knew I was weird by the time I was four. I knew I wasn't like other boys. I knew I was more fearful. I didn't like the rough and tumble most boys were into. I knew I was a sissy.
I managed Dal Maxvill, and he's now our general manager. I managed Bob Gibson. He's a broadcaster. Tim McCarver. Bill White. Nellie Briles. He used to be a broadcaster. I tried to count them up one time.
My mum is totally crazy for fashion still. Her job was as a laundress, but I loved it when she would dress up in her red suit with a mini jacket and flared trousers and get her wig fixed at the hairdresser's - it was the time of wigs - and we would g...
There came a time when these two incompatible notions of who I was, well, something had to give. Either that 'something' is where you acquiesce to the world around you and you conform, or you sort of defiantly break whatever remaining bonds connect y...
I work in film, TV, commercials and do live PR stunts for companies. A lot of my time is spent reading scripts and looking at designing sequences, speaking to directors and producers about how they want the sequences to look, how they will work and b...
There needs to be some regime that is overseeing access to broadband to make sure we have openess; otherwise, there is a risk it won't be open anymore. We spent quite a bit of time with Verizon policy people in addition to participating in a multilat...
I think there's a time to be private and a time to be public, and I think that companies like Facebook and Groupon are basically transformational companies. You don't come across them very often, and I'm pretty sure that they can continue to grow for...
My son was born during my last semester in college. His due date was Thanksgiving, but he didn't show up until finals week. I brought my books to the hospital and didn't think anything of it. That is what a father is supposed to do.
[Lebel arrives at the Nice hotel, but finds the Jackal gone] Lebel: Very strange. He was booked in here for two days, then just after eleven he suddenly asks for his bill and leaves...
Bill Foster: [after a violent encounter with two LA gang toughs - Foster, livid, uncorks!] I'm goin' home! Clear a path you motherfucker!... Clear a path! I'm goin' home!
Wild Bill Wharton: You love your sister? You make any noise, you know what happens. I'm gonna kill her instead of you. Understand?
Wild Bill Wharton: [Removing his belt] You can come in here all you likes, but you'll go out on you backs. Billy the kid gon' guarantee you that.
Juliet Hulme: Bloody Bill's sniffing around Mummy something chronic! Pauline Parker: I thought he was supposed to be terribly ill. Juliet Hulme: That's what we were led to believe.
Phil Wenneck: Who's this? Doug Billings: It's Alan. Tracy's brother. Alan Garner: I met you like four times. Phil Wenneck: Oh, yeah. How you doing, man?
Alan Garner: [while getting fitted for a tux] Whoa, watch it, pervert! Doug Billings: It's ok, Alan. He's just doing your inseam. Alan Garner: He's getting very close to my shaft.
Harry Luck: I heard you got a contract open. Chris: Well, not for a high-stepper like you. Harry Luck: A dollar bill always looks as big to me as a bedspread.
Stan: The laws are medieval down here. Do you know what the minimum age for execution is in Alabama? Bill: What, sixteen? Stan: Ten!
Bill Cox: [lawnmower won't start] Karl, see if you can figure out what's wrong with this. It won't crank up and everything seems to be put together right. Karl: It ain't got no gas in it.
Marta: Can we really keep the puppet show, Uncle Max? Max: Of course. Why else do you think I had Professor Cohen send the bill to your father?
[Logan's body is fished out of the Potomac river] Cop: What do you want us to do with him, sir? Maj. Bill Stryker: I'll take it from here.
[the Sentinels come on] Bolivar Trask: [to Stryker] What the hell are you doing? I didn't tell you to activate them! Maj. Bill Stryker: I didn't. [Magneto appears]
