I was thrown out of N.Y.U. my freshman year... for cheating on my metaphysics final. You know, I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
I was thrown out of N.Y.U. my freshman year for cheating on my metaphysics final. You know, I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
What is so fascinating about sitting around watching a bunch of pituitary cases stuff a ball through a hoop?
I work all the time because it's a great distraction and it keeps me from sitting home and obsessing morbidly.
Me sitting down for dinner with Ingmar Bergman felt like a house painter sitting down with Picasso.