You really have to let me fight my own battles. You can't constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. It's stifling.
For the first time, but certainly not the last, I began to believe that Arsenal's moods and fortunes somehow reflected my own
If there's one thing I don't look for in a maid, it's discretion. Except with my own secrets, of course.
Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. Other than that, I was on my own. It was sad though. Where was the chivalry of yesteryear?
- Did you really save the world ?... - Mostly I was saving my own ass. Just happend that the world was in the same spot.
...because to me the only thing that matters is the conceptions in my own mind, there has to be no reality anyway to what I suppose is going on (p. 153)
I ate civilization. It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then," he added in a lower tone, "I ate my own wickedness.
Kenya, being a third world country, from a young age your eyes are open to the real world. I'd like to think growing up there taught me to stand on my own two feet, make my own decisions about what I wanted to be.
I don't particularly enjoy standing alone and recording my own voice or my own stuff. It's sometimes fun to do for demos and stuff, but I really enjoy the social act of recording records, because writing it is so lonely. And it has to be.
In between shooting for 'Awake,' I was attempting to have my own pilot season. The audition for 'Anger Management' actually came during a week that I was already testing for a couple other shows and we weren't really letting any other shows into the ...
It's an interesting and demanding art to do voices. I have been told so many times that I have a distinctive voice, but of course, I don't hear my own voice as others do, so I don't know.
I'm just following my own art, and I just think that the only thing I can do to be a great artist is do the best job I can in whatever movie I do.
Who or what inspires you?" "I must admit that I often read my own articles in scientific journals and inspire myself.
Did I say stab of Self Pity? No, I was trekking through the Swamp of Self Pity at this point, waist deep in my own stinking shit.
My own feeling is that if adultery is wickedness then so is food. Both make me feel so much better afterward.
If there is any good in life, in history, in my own past, I invoke it now. I invoke it with all the passion with which I have lived.
She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent, the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.
If I had had the power to prevent my own birth I should certainly never have consented to accept existence under such ridiculous conditions.
I'll just tell you what I remember because memory is as close as I've gotten to building my own time machine.
But sometimes the memories feel so real, so visceral, so personal, that I confuse them with my own.
I tell myself I’m fine on my own, but am I? No friends to fall back on, no relationships, no support. Left to my own devices, I have no devices.
