Those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.
The advice that is wanted is commonly not welcome and that which is not wanted, evidently an effrontery.
Some people just shouldn't be disturbed in their inclinations, whether large or small. A reminder can instantly turn enthusiasm into aversion and spoil everything.
For a year, I had all sorts of weirdos coming on to me.
Bad directors are the ones who want to tell you every move, and think they're a better actor than you.
Thinking back, the majority of the conflicts I've had in my life have been a result of offering up my two unwelcome cents, crossing that line between constructive truth-telling and preaching.
Advice is priceless: when it becomes interference it is preposterous.
I've had a disproportionate share of interaction with jerks.
Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone.
Generally speaking, when a woman offers unsolicited advice or tries to help a man, she has no idea of how critical and unloving he may sound to him.
Mothers don't want to pinch me or put me in their purse.
Where we have blundered into trying to force a policy or decision, even though wise and right, we have impeded if not interrupted the realization of our own aims.
To offer a man unsolicited advice is to presume that he doesn't know what to do or that he can't do it on his own.
Some of the things you read you get an immediate reaction to so I've stopped reading things now. I do worry about my family though. Some people do try some nasty things to get at them and try and get a reaction from them.
You know, you don't need a leader to sort of administer something that's going very well. In fact, in one sense, an overly ambitious person in that circumstance can probably screw it up.
We all have the temptation to be backseat drivers when it comes to decisions that don't work out the way we want.
I hate it when people come up to me on trains and ask 'Are you Soulja Boy?' If people want pictures or autographs, that's cool, but I don't like the dumb questions.
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!
You are a pest, by the very nature of that camera in your hand.
I didn't mind if they yelled at me, but when they came on the field, it was a different story.
I guess I hadn't counted on 'The Unblackening' happening to my time slot as well.
All my life, people have been telling me what to do. I'm tired of it. My private life has become an industry.
It was more like having unwanted attention as a child - if you'd walk around, people would recognize you, and it would be in a weird, almost making-fun-type manner.
People read stuff over your shoulder when you're in public, and when you write the kind of stuff I do, and people read it over your shoulder, it makes you a little self-conscious.
