Sonny Boy: A Memoir

by Al Pacino

Maybe somehow I could have stopped this. My mother’s tragedy was poverty. She was stuck in the mud of it and couldn’t move.

My costars couldn’t have been more supportive, all of them. Almost nobody knew who I was, and when nobody’s trying to impress you, you start seeing who people really are.

I started to wonder, Do I deserve this great gift of celebrity that’s been given to me? Where is the acceptance in all of this? How do you live with the feeling that you don’t fit in with other people when you already feel like you don’t fit in with yourself?

“You don’t have to miss me, just remember me.”