I am amazed about how everyone wants to know about my love life. They whisper to me, 'Tell me the truth? Is it true?' Who cares? Because we have this job, we are to say to everybody what we do, or with whom we sleep? It's a bit absurd, but that's why everybody lies so much.
I would hope it's better, but I'm actually acknowledging now that I want to explore all these levels from a whisper to a scream with this gift I've been given.
None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone.
I don't like to watch golf on television because I can't stand people who whisper.