Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.
The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
Once you have been poor a long time you gain a certain respect for money.
Money is like sex. It seems much more important when you don’t have any…
I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt.
Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
Are you becoming what you’ve always hated?
All’s fair in hate and Hollywood.
