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During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

I Don't Want To Create A Revolution - I Just Want To Create A Few More Films.

My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist.

Life Is A Beautiful, Magnificent Thing, Even To A Jellyfish.

To Those Who Can Hear Me, I Say, Do Not Despair. The Misery That Is Now Upon Us Is But The Passing Of Greed, The Bitterness Of Men Who Fear The Way Of Human Progress.