I live in an apartment building built in 1925, and it hasn't been heavily renovated, so I feel very much connected to that time and what went on in that place.

What I feel bad about is not having published very much in the last few years.

I feel very much satisfied to play in Baltimore.

I remember as a child going to an exhibit about the Soviet Union, and every paper had this alien smell. The paper and the ink were all exported. It was like a piece of cheese from that country, you could touch it, feel it, smell it, and it was different.

I feel my story has been exercised very thoroughly and very frequently.

I feel like fame is wasted on me.