If the playwright knew every little thing about his play, why bother? There must be discovery all the time, otherwise why bother to do it?
The stubbornness I had as a child has been transmitted into perseverance. I can let go but I don't give up. I don't beat myself up about negative things.
Things have a way of moving to the left, and then they move back to the right before somebody finds themselves in the center. That seems to be the nature of the creative world. It's not stagnant. I don't get upset about it.
If I had known being insane was so much fun, I'd have gone crazy long ago.
There was a time when I couldn't watch sitcoms for a while because it was just cacophony, it was just noise.
How is it that you profess love for God but can't accept another human being?
