Imagine a world where nothing is stable. In the West, we have three moving elements -- Air, Fire, Water -- but at least we can depend on the fourth.
Life isn't nearly as stable as we want it to be.
A rolling stone can gather no moss.
There's inevitably something missing when you grow up in this kind of an environment when your parents travel a lot. When your father is famous, you are looked at and expected of. There are standards you need to meet.
If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.
A man who in the struggles of life has no home to retire to, in fact or in memory, is without life's best rewards and life's best defences.
I never feel I'm standing on solid ground, and I do write with a certain kind of trembling fear.
That is the wearisome part of business - there is no peace, no sense of certain, permanent achievement, no stability. The unexpected, and usually the awful, is forever happening.
Those who stand on their toes are not steady.
Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.
I don't have any friends from my childhood because I didn't stay at one school for very long.
I don't have a primary doctor, a primary hairstylist, a primary anything. I don't even have a primary address! Everything is just whenever I can find one.
As you are now you are just a liquid phenomenon, changing every moment, nothing stable. Really you cannot claim any "I" -- you don't have one. You are many "I"s just in a flow, a riverlike flow. You are a crowd, not an individual yet. But meditation can make you an individual.
My home in Hollywood is not a home. I do a film here, a film there, as they want it. I don't have a relationship. Like, Warner Bros. has a great relationship with Clint Eastwood and takes care of him.
Well, I think one of the big things wrong with kids these days, a lot of them don't have a family. A lot of them got one parent and there's quite a few that don't have any parents and that's where the whole problem is. There's no family life, no father to slap 'em around when they need it.
God, it's like reality's completely shifted on me. I used to think I was standing on such solid ground. If I wanted something badly enough, I just worked like hell for it. Now I can't decide what to do, which move to make. All the things I counted on aren't there for me anymore.
Because the enormous narcissism of their parents deprived Will and Tom of suitable role models, both brothers learned to identify with absence. Consequently, even if something beneficial fortuitously entered their lives they immediately treated it as temporary. By the time they were teenagers they were already accustomed to a discontinuous lifestyle marked by constant threats of abandonment and the lack of any emotional stability. Unfortunately, "accustomed to" here is really synonymous with "damaged by.
The country is suffering from musical-chairs syndrome. We all dance around for a bit and then when we try to sit down again, somebody doesn't have a chair. We're running scared; we want ours.
We have sought for firm ground and found none. The deeper we penetrate, the more restless becomes the universe; all is rushing about and vibrating in a wild dance.
Life has very little even ground.
If I had to depend on what I actually get from sales, I'd be tending bar between sets.
Money and power by themselves are a two-legged stool. You can balance on them for a while, but eventually you're going to topple over.
They were looking for a stable, but we didn't have one. In fact, we weren't very stable ourselves.
I am not the easiest guy to live with. It is probably the lack of stability in my life.
As a model, it's a gypsy kind of life: living in hotels, working all the time, ordering room service instead of cooking for yourself. There's absolutely no nest-building.
