Angst / Fear Besondere / Special Brechen / Break Existieren / Exist Immer noch / Still Klischees / Stereotypes Leute / People Menge / Lot Nieder / Down Olympia / Olympics Teil / Part Versuchen / Trying
Orlando's a part of me. The next guy's a part of me. And the next guy's a part of me. That's all I'm trying to do, is tell cool stories that people can relate to.
You never write down to the people - you write the best you can with the hope that someone else will feel the same way.
It was trying to break down the stereotypes and it was the kind of thing where, for the first time, women were on a par and not seen as just objects. Though girls were objectified still.
When I walk down the boardwalk, people stop me and say, 'Oh, your house is the one that glows.'
I'm tired of trying to get other people to see into my brain. I'm done.
I still feel like there are a lot of things in me that people haven't seen. My soul hasn't been bared yet.
Some people are at the top of the ladder, some are in the middle, still more are at the bottom, and a whole lot more don't even know there is a ladder.
A lot of people are tired around here, but I'm not sure they're ready to lie down, stretch out and fall asleep.
I find that most people know what a story is until they sit down to write one.
