I had, early in life, a love for staging, but it is fast dying out. Nine hours over a rough road are enough to root out the most passionate love of that kind.
When you have children it completely shifts your focus; they become the most passionate love of your life.
Sketching in general - anywhere, not just in Gitmo, but in life, in the world - is a profoundly disruptive act. Because you're creating something when you're kind of expected to consume or sit passively. I've always sketched things as a way to get into them, whether it was a fancy nightclub or, you know, to have kids think I was cool, whatever.
I don't want to be the passively alert vegetable in the corner that takes in everything but can't communicate, which I think would suck a lot of life out of my family without giving very much to me.
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
I just turned 30 so I got really introspective as you do, questioning my life. And when I stopped and sort of looked back at the past decade, I realized I had done more work than I thought I had done.
There's no shame in enjoying a quiet life. And that's been the realization of the past few years for me.
You know, I think I had my first past life recall when I was 7.
I believe that I was a dog in a past life. That's the only thing that would explain why I like to snack on Purina Dog Chow.
I'm pretty sure that I was JFK in my past life.
At the solemn moment of death, every man, even when death is sudden, sees the whole of his past life marshalled before him, in its minutest details. For one short instant the personal becomes one with the individual and all-knowing ego. But this instant is enough to show to him the whole chain of causes which have been at work during his life.
I wouldn't have changed a thing in my past. Life is like dominoes: if you move one, it wouldn't fall the right way.
To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
I do sometimes strongly hope that in a past life, my most recent life before this, I was absolutely horrible, evil, hideous. Because otherwise - well, hell, to even things up next time around, I'm going to have to pay for this one, am I not?
I have an inner drag queen. Or rather, I feel like I was a drag queen in a past life.
I was a dog in a past life. Really. I'll be walking down the street and dogs will do a sort of double take. Like, Hey, I know him.
A part of me feels like I was an animal in my past life that wasn't treated very nicely.
At nine years old, I was presented an opportunity to move to Toronto to train for pairs dancing. As soon as I heard that that's what it entailed, I was out of there. It's like a past life. I hung up my skates and never looked back.
I think I was probably a cowboy in a past life.
I think maybe I was a shepherdess in a past life.
