The Ultimate Acting Is To Destroy Yourself.

At Sixteen I Get Drafted. When I Read The Draft Notice, I Cry. Not Because I'm A Coward - I'm Not Afraid Of Anyone. But I Don't Want To Kill Or Be Killed.

Where A Beast Would Have Claws, I Was Born With Talent

I Knew There Were, In Myself, The Souls Of Millions Of People Who Lived Centuries Ago; Not Just People But Animals, Plants, The Elements, Things, Even, Matter. All Of These Exist In Me.

I Don't Need Anybody To Tell Me How To Be Alive.

I Could Be With A Woman In A Bed, For Weeks Even, And It Would Seem To Me Like Three Seconds. Or 300 Years.