I don't like hawking 'round other people's memories. That wasn't part of the deal when I was born.
I have a lot of memories, but I don't go into capitalizing on that. Something's got to be my own. I'm not doing the record to sit here and broadcast my memories of my father.
My favorite photos of family are framed in my house, not posted on social media, and they'll remain there.
Each person has his or her own very particular history and after all, the unconscious is the most secret part of ourselves.
The events of my life are too unimportant, and have too little interest for any person not of my immediate family, to render them worth communicating or preserving.
Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me.
It’s a little weird to have fans see pictures of us when we were little because it’s like, ‘Where’d you get that picture?’
My father, unusually for a PoW, talked about his experiences, but he talked about them in a very limited way.
