I think the greatest amount of pressure is the pressure I place on myself. So in a way I chose to be alone.
I was able to support myself by acting alone about six years ago. Until then, I was just scraping by.
Twitter and Facebook are such amazing networks for me to introduce myself to the world and for fans around the world to introduce themselves to me.
I'm thinking to myself, I just love doing the art, it takes me a morning to do.
I wanted to become an artist because it meant endless possibilities. Art was a way of reinventing myself.
My whole desire is to burn myself away.
I wanted myself. I wouldn't let what was mine be destroyed.
You know, sometimes I even envy myself.
Good lord, what have I gotten myself into?
I have seen myself backward.
One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
I'd lost myself in the abyss of someone else's tyranny...again.
As I think of myself, so I shall be.
What does myself now say to me? "Open the door of Mystery.
My problem stemmed from not forgiving myself.
I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.
He’s more myself than I am
I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.
A 'naughty pickle' is how I'd best describe myself. I think fun and laughter is the whole point of life.
On my best days, I fancy myself a combination of Dad's persistence/patience and Mom's toughness/skepticism.
I've lost many of my best friends... I'm going to satisfy myself now, not the critics, not even my friends.
