Lean against the edge, sweetheart. I'm falling off."--Brent Greene
TV is a fickle business. I'm only good for the length of my contract.
What do you have when you have an agent buried up to his neck in sand? Not enough sand.
You know when you're sitting on a chair and you lean back so you're just on two legs and you lean too far so you almost fall over but at the last second you catch yourself? I feel like that all the time.
The affairs of war, like the destiny of battles, as well as empires, hang upon a spiders thread.
I am at the top of the pyramid, but I am not stupid, and I realise that one small step could see me fall down very quickly.
I'm always standing on the edge of something bad.
I'm constantly walking on eggshells because I'm wearing a $10k outfit.
It doesn't take much to be at the top or the bottom in a position such as mine.
This is the posture of fortunes slave: one foot in the gravy, one foot in the grave.
Humpty had always sat on walls, it was his way.
A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious.
You can get fixed ideas, and it can get restrictive. So, I try to put myself in a precarious position.
