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When I was a kid a long time ago, when the sun rose, I was outside on my bike. If my parents were lucky - poor parents! - I would be home before it got dark.
Joseph and his mother come from the black kings who were before the white man.
I've played a lot of people where someone will say, 'This is based on my sister, and such and such happened.' But I don't think I ever played someone who, 'This is their name, and this is their address, and this is what they looked like.'
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
I could be ordering ham at the deli, and someone will turn around and look at me and kind of stare. They'll just look at me like, 'I know I know your voice, and I know I know your face.'
I never really had the fun teens of exploring the world because I was sitting at home, learning programming.
I liken myself to someone who built the house he will live in one day and is preparing to furnish it.
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
My history was the Western. I grew up with the Lone Ranger, the Cisco Kid and Bonanza. I felt as much a child of the West as someone born in Montana or Wyoming.
