I'd love to do my own music for sure. I'd love to have a band.
I'm drawn to failure. I feel like I'm contending with it constantly in my own life.
I could probably give you a list of a dozen pet peeves I have about my own physicality and why I couldn't get a second date.
I was never sloppy with other people's money. Only my own. Because I figure, well, you can be.
I am often the brunt of my own humor.
My feeling, based on my own experience, is that aiming for grandiosity is the fastest route to failure.
For my own part, I would rather excel in knowledge of the highest secrets of philosophy than in arms.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
I am going to design... a Station after my own fancy that is, with engineering roofs, etc.
I was an awful critic. I operated on the assumption that there was an absolute scale of values against which art could be measured. I didn't trust my own subjective responses.
If I have made an appointment with you, I owe you punctuality, I have no right to throw away your time, if I do my own.
I am so old-fashioned. I've never lived with a man. I am completely about the independence of paying my own rent.
I haven't been faithful to my own advice in the past. I will in the future.