Throughout my life I have always been amazed that people couldn't listen to other people that they couldn't hear their best intent that there seemed to be an enormous need to demonize.

Beauty and the Beast seemed like it all was really brown. The whole thing was just so brown and orange and yellow like Burger King or something. I don't think I would have liked Beauty and the Beast at any age.

Artistic qualities that once seemed undeniable don't seem so now. Sometimes these fluctuations are only fickleness of taste momentary glitches in an artist's work or an artist getting ahead of his audience (it took me ten years to catch up to Albert Oehlen). Other times however these problems mean there's something wrong with the art.

The poor monkey quietly seated on the ground seemed to be in sore trouble at this display of anger.

'Aladdin' was probably my favorite Disney animation when I was a kid. The animation was great and Robin Williams was unbelievable as the Genie. 'Aladdin' was an amazing adventure and the lead character was a hero for guys which I loved. It wasn't a princess or a girl beating the odds it was a street rat. That seemed really cool to me.

I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.

After I lost my fiance it seemed like it would be better to always be alone than to risk being hurt again.

The idea of regretting not doing this seemed insane to me. Sitting in the corner at a bar at age 60 saying: 'I could've been Bond. Buy me a drink.' That's the saddest place I could be. At least now at 60 I can say: 'I was Bond. Now buy me a drink.'