The longer I lived in the east, the more completely I realized that, for better or worse, I was going to be, to everybody's mind, wherever I lived, a Texan.
You have this comet trail of your own lived life, sparks from which arrive in the head all the time, whether you want them or not - life has been lived but it is still all going on, in the mind for better and for worse.
I realized the other day that I've lived in New York longer than I've lived anywhere else. It's amazing: I am a New Yorker. It's strange; I never thought I would be.
I lived in a house in the East Bronx, a totally Jewish neighborhood on East 172nd Street. You didn't see Christians much, although one lived next door. We thought they were kind of a minority.
It is not in the world of ideas that life is lived. Life is lived for better or worse in life, and to a man in life, his life can be no more absurd than it can be the opposite of absurd, whatever that opposite may be.
There is no worse bitterness than to reach the end of your life and realized you have not lived.
I've lived in the UK for longer than I lived in Ireland. I'm not worried about myself, but it's ridiculous for youngsters.
More than any other place, New York is where I felt I belonged. I prefer the Lower East Side to any place on the planet. I can be who I am there, and I couldn't do that anywhere I lived as a child. I never fit in when I lived in California, even though that's where my roots are.
Men would pray better if they lived better. They would get more from God if they lived more obedient and well-pleasing to God.
I'm not anti-American. I've lived with Kenny, a Texan, for six years.
I lived in Washington longer than I have lived anywhere else, so it's considered home, even though I moved back to California.
One of the advantages of having lived a long time is that you can often remember when you had it worse. I am grateful to have lived long enough to have known some of the blessings of adversity.
I know a lot about fear in itself, and lived with fear a lot. Lived with anxiety a lot, lived with the things that - most human beings, at some stage in their lives, are going to live with these feelings.
I lived so completely in my mind - a place of unchecked delusion and complete fantasy!
The man realized that what counted was not where a person lived, but how a person lived.
I was brought up to look after my parents. My family were Polish Jews, and we lived with my grandmother, with uncles and aunts and cousins all around, and I thought everybody lived like that.
I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends' floors, was happy, was miserable.