I've Never Really Had Much Of An

The Look Of Success, When It Is Worn A Certain Way, Would Infuriate A Jackass.

Yes, I Know What Passion Would Fill Me With All Its Power. Before, I Was Too Young. I Got In The Way. Now I Know That Acting And Loving And Suffering Is Living, Of Course, But It’s Only Living Insofar As You Can Be Transparent And Accept Your Fate, Like The Unique Reflection Of A Rainbow Of Joys And Passions Which Is The Same For Everyone.

The Work Of Art Is Born Of The Intelligence's Refusal To Reason The Concrete. It Marks The Triumph Of The Carnal.

Finally, And Most Of All, Words Failed Him.

All Great Deeds And All Great Thoughts Have A Ridiculous Beginning.