some men just want to watch the world burn


From the beginning of his career as a New York television actor, Jimmy received enthusiastic responses, even for his earliest roles. “You should read some of the letters I got,” he told Bill Gunn, “from old ladies watching television. They tell me about how they want me to wear tighter pants. They have this television club of ladies from fifty to seventy-five and they sit there checking the cats out, then write these dirty letters. Its really hard to believe.”

From the beginning of his career as a New York television actor, Jimmy received enthusiastic responses, even for his earliest roles. “You should read some of the letters I got,” he told Bill Gunn, “from old ladies watching television. They tell me about how they want me to wear tighter pants. They have this television club of ladies from fifty to seventy-five and they sit there checking the cats out, then write these dirty letters. Its really hard to believe.”

vogue:

Emma Stone’s appeal lies in her ability to take her work seriously—and herself not at all.Photographed by Craig McDeanRead the May 2014 cover story by Jason Gay on Vogue.com.

vogue:

Emma Stone’s appeal lies in her ability to take her work seriously—and herself not at all.

Photographed by Craig McDean

Read the May 2014 cover story by Jason Gay on Vogue.com.


"My parents always understood who I was and they made sure that I never wanted to lie to them. I could do anything as long as I did not lie. They wouldn’t punish me if I was honest, and that really worked in our home."

"My parents always understood who I was and they made sure that I never wanted to lie to them. I could do anything as long as I did not lie. They wouldn’t punish me if I was honest, and that really worked in our home."

Remembering’s dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. “The Past Tense,” I suppose you’d call it. Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss… the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself! Although, why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit… you can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… forever.”

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