I don't know what it's like for a book writer or a doctor or a teacher as they work to get established in their jobs, but for a singer, you've got to continue to grow or else you're just like last night's cornbread...stale and dry.
An actor can grow stale in a bad part. Actors grow stale, generally, because there's no demand on them.
Yet another last night. The last night at home, the last night in the ghetto, the last night in the train, and, now, the last night in Buna. How much longer were our lives to be dragged out from one 'last night' to another?
You have to think like a businessman or a businesswoman, and I can't wait to continue to grow, as an actress, but to also continue to grow as a brand and show people that I have so much more to offer.
Last night I fled until I came
To streets where leaking casements dripped
Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame;
A nervous window bled.
I've got to continue to work hard because every day somebody's coming for my job. I've got to continue to get better and better each day. I have to act like every day is my last.
It's all a learning process. You've got to learn from experience, the battles you go through. Some guys continue to grow. Hopefully, that's what I'll continue do.
We're going to continue to go into markets that we've never been in, continue to grow the sport, continue to cultivate talent and the whole landscape of television is changing and I feel like we're ahead of the curve on that, too.
I just want to continue to grow and be open to what God wants to do. I guess my main goal is just to continue to reach people the best I can, hopefully help impact their lives and just change culture for better.
You have to compete with LeBron James and Steph Curry, those guys, night in and night out. You can't take a night off. You just have fun, be humble, but continue to work.
I feel I can continue to grow as a player. I have a long time to continue to progress with my shooting, continue to keep my ball handling tight, continue to stay in shape. You know, all of it.
So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that's why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this yo your face, I couldn't make myself go.
It's nice to know you have support. Last night I got a marriage proposal. I just laughed.
So I lied to you last night. I said that I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you.
I just continue to be myself and give this thing over to the good lord, just do my best every night and pretend like it's just any other job.
I used to always have a pretty high, little clear voice, but as I got older, I got a little cornbread in it.