Every once in a while, friends leave sarcastic comments on photos. I know they're joking, but the sarcastic humor doesn't always translate well when I am sitting behind my screen reading it. In person, it's easier to play it off as a joke, but online, it can come across as offensive.
Philosophically I am, or at least have been, a follower of Sartre. I am very interested in the choices we make, or don't make, in life-defining matters. That moment of 'angst' and its consequences can be such a cruel thing.
I am an archetype. There's the fat, sassy, black friend, you know? That's an archetype that exists, but that's not truly me.
I was never a chiffon and satin person. I am always a cotton person. It's just the way I am.
I don't go around saturated in guilt or anything like that. I do worry about things quite a lot, but I don't feel as though I am a bad person.
I adore my family; they are my joy. However, I am committed to my work. If, on a Saturday morning when I was ostensibly going to be with the children, and something arose at RADA or at UNICEF or at the orphanage or whatever, I would allow the other pressures to take precedent.
Now that I am much older, I have had a number of sax players tell me I was responsible for them playing sax. Some of them I have admired over the years.
I am a saxophone player.
I am a man of Brazil, of F1. My middle name needs to change to Rubens F1 Barrichello. I have no intention of saying goodbye.
I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.
I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword.
Nope, no sex scandals yet. But I am open to offers!
My scientific qualifications are relatively scant. I like science. I try really hard to educate myself about it, but in the end, if something has to go 'boom,' and it would probably only go 'fwoosh,' I am relatively unconcerned about that, which is a sin, but not, I think, a grave one.
Each person must ask what his relationship is to the scapegoat. I am not aware of my own, and I am persuaded that the same holds true for my readers. We only have legitimate enmities. And yet the entire universe swarms with scapegoats.
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
I know I am right for Scarlett. I can convince Mr. Selznick.
I don't want to have to be like a Scarlett Johansson - who I have nothing against - but I don't want to have to go on talk shows and pull out every SAT word I've ever learned to prove, like, 'Take me seriously, I am intelligent, I can speak.'
I am terrified of things that go bump in the night. I don't like scary movies. I am a scaredy cat.
I am fine with the fact that some of my hair is gray. If it was all gray overnight, that would be a scary thing.
It's against type in the sense of my background, but it's with type in the sense that I am a loner who's new to this business and sceptical about a lot of it.
