If You Think I'm Annoying And Preachy

Every Time I Get Through The Work On A Book Of Nonfiction, I Say I'll Never Do It Again; It Takes So Much Out Of You.

My Voice And Movements Are Restricted By The Things I Own.

When We Pass By Another Person Without Telling Them We Love Them It’s Cruel And Wrong And We All Know This.

So I Should Be Aware Of The Dangers Of Self-consciousness, But At The Same Time, I’ll Be Plowing Through The Fog Of All These Echoes, Plowing Through Mixed Metaphors, Noise, And Will Try To Show The Core, Which Is Still There, As A Core, And Is Valid, Despite The Fog. The Core Is The Core Is The Core. There Is Always The Core, That Can’t Be Articulated. Only Caricatured.

When You Adapt A Book, You Really Have To Cut It To The Essence.