I have my own language and it's high time I put a little of it out there.
I was an accomplice in my own frustration.
I know enough of the family life of officers. I scarcely know my own children or they me.
I can go to my own opening, and the security guard will tell me that I have to go to the security entrance.
I don't ever want to believe my own press clippings, good or bad.
I have my own demons and dark moods. It's weird.
I have my own religion. I'm sort of one-quarter Baptist, one-quarter Catholic, one-quarter Jewish.
God definitely blessed me with power. I still don't know the limits of my own power.
I got more used to my own voice, but still it's hard for me to listen to my own voice, or hear the recordings.
I worry that I can come off smarmy. I wonder if I was listening to myself if I'd want to kick my own ass.
When I sit at that typewriter, I have to be frightened of what I'm trying to do. I'm frightened by my own belief that I can actually get a story down on paper.
I'm my own person!