Imagine owning a one million pound coin. Where would you put it? The pressure. I never even take my wedding rings off after the time I lost one for days, only to find it in a random trouser pocket.
I've beaten a lot of great fighters, but people say the big ones, I've lost them all. I don't want to go down as a guy who loses his big fights.
I have a disturbing problem with losing things. My vulnerability to loss-distress could properly be labeled not only inordinate, but neurotic.
Children always think they did something wrong when their parents disappear.
I thought I'd lost a pair of earrings once. They were, like, $50,000. I was terrified.
I worry that I will lose control over the projects I get to work on.
You spend your whole life grieving for those who haven't died yet.
I always feel, as a mother does, that I protect her. Who will do that when I'm gone?
Looking through family photographs now is like watching an episode of 'Dad's Army.' My relatives seem to drop like flies around me. Who's next? Will it be someone I can't stand?
If you admire yourself in the mirror, let it be in fear and not delight, because the only thing that beauty will bring to you is terror of losing it.
