Barry Lam Quotes

I'm just a small guy.

I'm not a diva. I'm a tadpole trying to be a frog.

His Littleness

I'm no superman.

I'm not terribly athletic. And... there's a lot of things I'm not good at. And if it makes anybody feel better, I was really a pretty bad math student growing up.

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

I'm the runt of my people.

What they do not comprehend is man's helplessness. I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But why is that bad? Isn't it that way? Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small... and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

A moment of something between acceptance and resignation of one's smallness in the world.

I don't think what I have to say is that important.

I'm far from a saint.

I'm sorry my existence is not very noble or sublime.

I might add that you change as a person as you grow older, so you change as a writer, too.

There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same.

I want to get more and more sophisticated. I'm ready to go from being a kid to being a king.

I think it is important to grow. Your fans are growing up with you whether you like it or not. You have to keep it fresh and exciting for them. You have to bring something new to the table each time.

I think I've become more modest as the years have gone on.

Fear is the thought of admitted inferiority.

The knowledge I have now is not the knowledge I had then.

I'm not perfect.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

All of us grow.

I'm so not perfect.

The people that were invested in me staying the same way after a decade will most likely by default have to be disappointed.

My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?