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“In 2001 New York came under attack, and thousands of people simply evaporated, leaving behind only dust and bits of gold Rolex watches. We were told that we had nothing to worry about, that we should go shopping. I was eager to please my country, for shopping had long been an answer for me, but what I couldn't pay for, I stole. I started to accumulate stuff I felt would make me feel whole: I surrounded myself with symbols of status. I believed the TV commercials with all my heart. I felt that those material things I was being sold defined me.”

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Book:Asylum: A Memoir About Hollywood, Mental Illness, Recovery, and Being My Mother's Son
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Asylum: A Memoir About Hollywood, Mental Illness, Recovery, and Being My Mother's Son

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Joe Pantoliano
Joe Pantoliano

Joe Pantoliano is an accomplished American film actor, born on September 12, 1951. He is known for his diverse roles and distinctive acting style in a variety of Hollywood films. more

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