It helps me chill out and focus. - Susan Sarandon

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Brooklyn, when I was growing up, was awesome. It was stoopball and stickball - a lot of kids. . . the baby boom generation were all in the area. It was just a really great place.

Susan Sarandon

It helps me chill out and focus.

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When I tell people I'm a comedian they say, 'Oh, are you funny?' I say, 'No, it's not that kind of comedy. '

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Every time you enter into a job it's a whole new universe. There's a new language with a new power structure. If you are in an all Black cast its a different dynamic, the same with an all male cast or a crew that is mainly women.

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I think it's very hard to be naked in a scene and not be upstaged by your nipples.

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Somebody can be the captain of the ship, which allows you to make big mistakes.

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I try to live my life every day in the present, and try not to turn a blind eye to injustice and need.

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The jester is brother to the sage.

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And even if these scenes from our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

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