I never feel like I have to hang on to the music. I don't expect that the music will go away. Ideas are the only thing I can point to that are permanent and fixed.
I'm not sure I know how to make music anymore. Maybe you're given a window into things for a time, and beyond that maybe it goes away. Why should you expect it to stay?
If things aren't going well, music is what I turn to so I can get away from it, to take my mind somewhere else.
I was raising a child full time, sharing the responsibility with his mom. He lived with me half the time, so I chose not to go away and make certain movies.
At first I could not believe what I was reading. I got up from my seat and walked away, talking to myself that I may have found my mom.
When I was younger we had a grape arbor, and my mom would go out and pick grapes and make grape jam in the sink - boil it, put it in jars, and give it away as gifts.
I was made to believe there was a plan in place for ending Donald's previous marriage. I pulled away because I wanted to allow him the time to deal with his wife.
But I did have two months off between Loser and the start of Prozac Nation. So, it was supposed to be Jason time, right? My time to enjoy myself away from movies.
We should do another 10 Bad Boys movies. I could come in in one of those electric wheelchairs, like Peter Sellers in Dr Strangelove, just shouting away.
I never see my movies. When they're on television, I click them away. Hollywood created an image, and I long ago reconciled myself with it. I was the French cliche.
Tetsuo: Let's run away somewhere. Kaori: Where would we go? Tetsuo: Anywhere. Just the farther the better.
Jack Lint: Until this whole thing blows over, just stay away from me.
I still fall back a lot on my Les Paul, and there is just no getting away from a Les Paul and a hot pickup.
I keep attacking the villains, the know-nothings, the people who want to take our freedoms away.
As kids do, they're smart, and even if parents try to keep things away from them, conflict and issues and whatnot, kids pick up on what's happening.
Never give up; for even rivers someday wash dams away.
With 'Selma,' I grew up in Alabama, 45 minutes away from Selma. I have gone to that commemorative march many times with my parents.
Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing.
The moment you feel you have to prove your worth to someone is the moment to absolutely and utterly walk away.
Control your “anger” because it is just ONE Letter away from “d”anger.
People in blind love throw away common sense, conscience and comedy from the life.
