The Writer Wants To Be Understood Much

Where Was It Ever Promised Us That Life On This Earth Can Ever Be Easy, Free From Conflict And Uncertainty, Devoid Of Anguish And Wonder And Pain? … The Purpose Of Life Is To Matter, To Be Productive, To Have It Make Some Difference That You Lived At All.

Acting Is A Form Of Deception, And Actors Can Mesmerize Themselves Almost As Easily As An Audience.

Everyone, In Some Small Sacred Sanctuary Of The Self, Is Nuts.

I Came To Believe It Not True That "the Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Brave Man Only One." I Think It Is The Other Way Around: It Is The Brave Who Die A Thousand Deaths. For It Is Imagination, And Not Just Conscience, Which Doth Make Cowards Of Us All. Those Who Do Not Know Fear Are Not Truly Brave.

It Is Not That Which Is Beautiful That Pleases Us, But That Which Pleases Is Is Called Beautiful.