I tend to stay up late, not because I'm partying but because it's the only time of the day when I'm alone and don't have to be performing.
My life is not unlike Truman's. I can't go anywhere.
What I have in common with the character in 'Truman' is this incredible need to please people. I feel like I want to take care of everyone and I also feel this terrible guilt if I am unable to. And I have felt this way ever since all this success started.
It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what's left?
It's hard for anybody who's been with me not to feel starved for affection when I'm making love to my ideas. Maybe it's not meant for me to settle down and be married.
I'm the first to admit this whole salary thing is getting out of control. In the final analysis, it's still about the work.
