Sfaturile unui diavol bătrân către unul mai tânăr
Luaţi aminte: în numărul (printat) din septembrie al revistei Esquire, veţi putea citi nişte frânturi din învăţămintele unui bătrân. Are 77 de ani împliniţi şi îl cheamă Woody Allen. Să-i dăm play la reportofon:
My two teenage girls think of me as ancient. But I’m up before them and wake them to go to school.
Without fear, you’d never survive.
My dad didn’t even teach me how to shave — I learned that from a cabdriver. But the biggest lesson he imparted is that if you don’t have your health, you have nothing. No matter how great things are going for you, if you have a toothache, if you have a sore throat, if you’re nauseated, or, God forbid, you have some serious thing wrong with you — everything is ruined.
My mother taught me a value — rigid discipline. My father didn’t earn enough, and my mother took care of the money and the family, and she had no time for lightness. She always saw the glass a third full. She taught me to work and not to waste time.
I never see a frame of anything I’ve done after I’ve done it. I don’t even remember what’s in the films. And if I’m on the treadmill and I’m surfing the channels and suddenly Manhattan or some other picture comes on, I go right past it. If I saw Manhattan again, I would only see the worst. I would say: “Oh, God, this is so embarrassing. I could have done this. I should have done that.” So I spare myself.
Me sitting down for dinner with Ingmar Bergman felt like a house painter sitting down with Picasso.
Mai multe aici.