I have fallen in love with writing, unknowingly. Instead of thinking whether people will like what I write or not, I decide to write only for one person- myself! I told myself that ‘I as an author is going to entertain I as an audience.’ And ever...
If I don't defend for myself, who will?
Most photographers work best alone, myself included.
I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.
The world is the mirror of myself dying.
I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.
I saw myself as Joan of Arc.
I have programmed myself to be at least 105 years old.
The more I accomplish, the more pressure I put on myself.
I really have no interest in myself.
I've never considered myself to be beautiful, and I still don't.
The older I get, the more I accept and appreciate myself.
I don't consider myself a sex symbol.
I learn much more by traveling by myself.
I'm not 40 yet. I wouldn't even bother comparing myself to Chaplin.
I don't get into that second guessing of myself publicly.
even in the loneliest moments i have been there for myself.
I consider myself very much a team player.
This conversation with myself has an overwhelming aroma of narcissism.
I'm impossible to direct. I couldn't get myself to do anything.
I went through bits of the 60s and thought myself a bit of a hippy.
