I get so nervous on stage I can't help but talk. I try. I try telling my brain: stop sending words to the mouth. But I get nervous and turn into my grandma. Behind the eyes it's pure fear. I find it difficult to believe I'm going to be able to deliver.
“Complaining is good for you as long as you're not complaining to the person you're complaining about.”
“I'll have you understand I am running this court, and the law hasn't got a damn thing to do with it!”