Though it's a small price to pay, shaving my head has opened more doors than I ever thought possible.
If I have a bad hair day, I just think, 'Well, it will be an OK hair day tomorrow. Just put your head down and go.'
We will not go. The only way to get us there is to come in here with clubs and knock us on the head, and drag us out and take us down there dead.
I don't know if I'm always going to be acting. Maybe when I grow up, I will be a scriptwriter. I already have a few scripts in my head.
Now I walk around with my head down, trying to hide, thinking that everybody knows that I inflicted people with HIV, because that is all they are going to read.
Sometimes, with directors, you have to take what they say and translate it in your head, into something that makes sense to you, because you're speaking two different languages.
I get most of my inspiration from older records and older production styles, and that ends up rearing its head in the records that I make.
If that poem idea is in your head NOW, write it down. Right now. Or lose it. For when it's gone, it's gone forever...
My daughter's first sentence was, 'Dada no hair.' And I was, like, 'No Jasmine, Dada does have hair, Dada just shaves his head.'
'Frances Ha' is the closest final product to what I had in my head of any movie I've made. I'm not entirely even sure why that is.
Cutting one side of your head for a few months is not a big deal compared with what other people have to deal with in the world. Plus, hair grows back.
I think things through a lot, so I probably use my head more than my heart. That probably comes through in my acting.
I had a white senator call me a rag head, and I had an African-American legislator call me a conservative with a tan.
If you look at the various strategies available for dealing with a new technology, sticking your head in the sand is not the most plausible strategy.
My experience as a pastor is lots of people have really toxic, dangerous, psychologically devastating images of God in their head, images of a God who's not good.
But I don't begrudge anybody, because I know how hard it is to have that dream and to make it happen, whether or not it's just to put a roof over your head and food on the table.
The Paris peace talks kept a roof over my head and food on the table and clothes on my back because if something was said going in or coming out, I had the rent for the month.
Heads know that failing to invest in good, nutritious food is a false economy and parents won't tolerate reconstituted turkey being put back on the menu.
I'm not really into gourmet food; I'm the kind of guy who just stops by a place that looks good rather than heading for the restaurant of the moment.
It's taken a while, but I've finally grown up and got my head around the fact that the healthier the food you eat is and the more exercise you do, the lighter you'll be. It really is that simple.
Our pain hides beneath these fluttering, random thoughts that run through our heads in an endless loop. But there's so much freedom in getting to know what's under there, the bedrock.
