I don't even like to go out onto the streets sometimes because I can't get anything done. People want pictures and autographs all the time.
I'm from the element of the streets that says that once you've made it, it's yours. But keep it to yourself.
Children do not have to learn that streets are dangerous places by potentially fatal trial and error.
A tree growing out of the ground is as wonderful today as it ever was. It does not need to adopt new and startling methods.
The reason I can give wonder is that I feel wonder about the world: the stars, a tree, my body - everything.
I love the ocean, wide-open space and trees, but I'm not a gardener or anything like that. I think I may be, eventually. I was raised in the city, so I don't have that skill set, but my heart is more with the dirt than the concrete. It's an unrequited love with nature - a one-way love affair.
It was supposed to be in the second street project for Main Street. But who knows? Maybe it will be built one of these days. We never throw away any idea.
My favourite actress is Meryl Streep. Oh, and Anna Magnani.
My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they're African.
I don't know what it is about me: I am no Rock Hudson, but I absolutely wow all the little old white-haired ladies. They stop me and talk to me all over the country, on the street, in restaurants, in elevators.
I hate people walking down the street listening to the soundtrack of their lives which responds to them but not their setting. I hate the overspill of sound which metro and subway riders are oblivious to because they notice no one and nothing around them.
I almost never get recognised in the street.
There's life outside Backstreet Boys that is going on and continuing.
I think people are entitled to march without a permit. When you have a few hundred thousand people on the street you have permission.
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
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