I do not want to have the feeling of writing 'for eternity', so to speak.
My head spins. One moment I'm told I'm too edgy, then people say I'm too angry, then that I show too much passion... make your minds up.
Mine is a job that never ends, a function where it is almost impossible to set aside time to rest or take a breather.
When you're shooting, there's terrible pressure, and you never switch off. Every day is like the day before an exam; it's relentless.
The burden of being a constant symbol, of having to live up to a symbol of advancement, of progress, of being perfect in some way and always representing the destiny of an entire people - that is supposed to be invincibility. That's enormous.
I don't know why, but I felt as if I was always behind the eight ball, so to speak.
My father cared a lot about me, but he never gave me the satisfaction of really knowing it. Hitting .390 wasn't enough for him. Nothing seemed to be. He was not trying to be mean. He was just seeing to it that I never got self-satisfied, that I worked hard to get the most out of what I had.
No matter how well you do, no matter how successful you are, they're always going to criticize you.
Failure is quite easy to handle because no one is looking at you. Success is difficult to keep and not everyone could handle it.
Basically, in our society, you can never fix anything enough. The minute you get your head above water about one thing, they let you know that 12 other things about you suck. It's like playing 'Self-Esteem Whack-A-Mole.'
There's very little closure on the hill ... it's an infinity schedule ... it's all triage.
My to-do list is so long that it doesn't have an end; it has an event horizon.
