Every person lives his real, most interesting life under the cover of secrecy.
The best part is still ahead of me - I haven't experienced my 'good old days' yet.
I have not told half of what I saw.
I have no memories I'm prepared to share with you.
The older I get the more secrets I have, never to be revealed and this, I know, is a common condition of people my age. and why all this emphasis on kissing and telling? Kisses are the least of it.
The most mortifying fact of my life is something that happened when I was fourteen and I have never admitted to anyone: not to friends nor therapists; not even in rehab when we were detailing our own personal spirals of shame did I confess. It is this: I am a graduate of the Barbizon School of Modeling.
Each book is a mind alive, a life revealed, a world awaiting exploration, but living people are all those things, as well—and more, because their stories haven’t yet been completely told.
With what you don't know about me, I could just about fill the Grand Canyon.
I left a lot of personal stuff out of 'Donnie Brasco.'
A story must be told or there'll be no story, yet it is the untold stories that are most moving.
What Can I Tell You about Myself which You Have Not Already Found Out from Those Who Do Not Lie?
