I'm finding it increasingly difficult to simply walk down the street. In New York, I dashed in to buy a big pair of sunglasses to conceal myself, but the guy behind the counter shouted 'Hey! It's Dr. House.'
I just really think every job I do, I get this gypsy attitude to money.
Wise anger is like fire from a flint: there is great ado to get it out; and when it does come, it is out again immediately.

