I can't give up my own identity.
On my first day teaching my own classroom, I threw up before I entered the building.
I do things like hem a pair of pants, I do my own tailoring but I wouldn't attempt a jacket.
I ad lib. I've gotta bring my own into it.
I'm currently trying to direct my own material.
I don't want to be the person digging my own grave.
I hate the past - especially my own past.
I'm my own worst enemy and I know that.
I'm trying to get out of my own way.
I have an opinion. I have my own taste.
I choose not to be at the whim of others. I want to be at my own whim.
I've always kind of lived in my own world.
Does the owner of the restaurant own his restaurant? Or does the government own his restaurant?
The fellow that owns his own home is always just coming out of a hardware store.
Life is about making your own happiness - and living by your own rules.
Design my own line? No, I just like the culture.
I stay in my own little zone, and that's good for me.
You need to write on your own and produce your own life.
I'm really bad at describing my own life.
I spend my jollity on stage, so there is less in my own life.
What is writing but an expression of my own life?
