I never wanted a life of having a nice house, driving around, settling down.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For a long time, I didn't want to live.
Home wasn't a pleasant place to live, growing up.
I love my personal life and having a social life. And I didn't ever want to have to compromise.
I always wanted that house where everybody wants to go, full of energy, dogs, music, fun.
I lived on couches for something like six months. I had no home. I was totally broke. I would stay at a friend's house for two weeks, then move because I didn't want to become this permanent mooch.
I never thought about settling down. I was obsessed with my career - I was blinkered. I finally met a woman who was worthy of me. Then we settled down and had many children.
I was never really a big presence in the home.
I was determined to have a spotless house when I grew up.
I didn't grow up in a house - we moved a lot, and we always lived in apartments. But we looked a lot; we went to open houses almost every weekend. I think that's why I always wanted a house.
I did not want to spend the rest of my life not being able to ride in a nice car.