I went from being a hustler, working different jobs to renting rooms off Craigslist, and I just wasn't happy.
This is kind of a uniquely New York experience, but when you can't afford an apartment nicer than the place you're renting, there's something so inherently depressing about it.
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
My son tried to work in films and he ultimately gave it up, he finally couldn't make a living, he couldn't support himself. He worked all the time and he didn't make enough money to have a house, have an apartment.
You go back to my town, it's like going back to the 1960s... just not a great place to grow up.
We stayed in some pretty shabby places in Europe.
I'm not clean or even vaguely pleasant to be around in a domestic situation.
Europe was a horrible place. There was nothing on TV. The food was terrible. And they don't even have ice. Who doesn't have ice?
After becoming an engineer, I worked for a year in Faridabad. I was so bored. I used to live in a one-room apartment, and every night I would come back to a frog in my bathroom.
