Believe me, it jabs you. When you're on the side of buses and New York loves you, you love to go out there every night. It's like a race. Curtain opens, out you go, and New York is yours.
“Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.”
“There's no point for me to party. I have a girl that I love. I don't need that.”