When my time on earth is gone, and my activities here are passed, I want they bury me upside down, and my critics can kiss my ass!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you!
There are people who will appreciate what I've done, and there will be people who will criticize me. Ultimately history will have the final say.
If I listened to my critics, I would still be at home under my bed right now.
Our present time is indeed a criticizing and critical time, hovering between the wish, and the inability to believe. Our complaints are like arrows shot up into the air at no target: and with no purpose they only fall back upon our own heads and destroy ourselves.
Sometimes you just know what you're placed on this earth to do.
I honestly think I could sit down and write a show tonight that the critics would love, and I know it would be canceled within four weeks. I know what the critics love. We write and produce for people, not for critics.
I have often been downcast but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary, I treat all the privations as amusing.
I'm probably my biggest critic. I worry that if you spend any quality time reveling in good things then karma will slap you upside the head, so I try to stay as even keel as I'm able.
I don't want people to see me fall. I mean, I got enough people cheering for me to fall now... The Internet has created some amazing place for evil to exist, you dig?
Our job as writers is to listen, to come home to the four corners of the earth.