My father used to say to me, ‘The only limit to your success is your own imagination.’ I actually believed that – like, I’m still coming to terms with the fact that I might not be an Olympic figure skater.
The nearest figure to myself would be Shakespeare.
You make a deal. You figure out how much sin you can live with.
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.
I liked the fact that I was forced to get inside of my emotions and to really try to figure out a lot of what I was going through.
When a big company lays you off, they often give you a year’s salary to ‘go pursue a dream.’ If you’re stupid, you panic and get another job. If you’re smart, you take the money and use the time to figure out what you want to do next.
In some ways, I was looking for a father figure, and I found that in Donald Trump.
They say Einstein died while he was still trying to figure out gravity. I think I’m going to die still trying to figure out some of the things about Blink.
If Barbara Walters was interviewing me, I’d figure her career was as dead as mine!
I decided I was sick of trying to figure out what everybody else wanted, and I should just decide what I want, and be honest, and not spend all my time guessing.
We were poor. But my mom never accepted that. She worked hard to become a residential contractor – got her master’s with honors at the University of New Orleans. I used to go to every class with her. Her father was my paternal figure.
