Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.
I've always been second fiddle, man, to everything. Everything. But I never believed that I was lesser than this person, that person, anybody. I always thought I was on the same level.
I'll tell ya, I don't get no respect... The other day, I got back from a business trip. I got in a cab and said to the driver, "Hey! Take me to where the action is!" So ya know where he took me? He took me to my house!
No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.
Not to psychologize, but it's hard growing up in a family of 14 to ever feel like you're the center of the universe, or that you're that special or different. Because when it comes down to it, you're still fighting for food at the dinner table.
My name don't ever come up unless it's light, a joke, laughs behind it. I'm not saying it's all the way a bad thing, but it's not great.
Sometimes I hate the job that I do as an actor. I feel like I'm just of no importance in the world, but sometimes you get a real thrill out of the diversity of the work.
I don't want to come off like the jealous brother who wasn't getting the attention, but it was like no one was really into me anyway. I wasn't really a priority.
When you grew up like me and my four brothers, you end up feeling somewhat inadequate, like somehow you don't count.
Loneliness and rootlessness are just symptoms of an insecurity that assails us all when hitting this midlife moment. The world appears intent on blanking you out.
that person is lonely who has no one for whom he or she is Number One.
