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I'm Planning, You See, To Try To Confine Myself To The Truth. That's Hard For An Old, Inveterate Fantasy Martyr And Liar Who Has Never Hesitated To Give Truth The Form He Felt The Occasion Demanded.

For Me, In Those Days, The Great Question Was: Does God Exist? Or Doesn't God Exist? Can We, By An Attitude Of Faith, Attain To A Sense Of Community And A Better World? Or, If God Doesn't Exist, What Do We Do Then? What Does Our World Look Like Then? In None Of This Was There The Least Political Colour.

A Film Causes Me So Many Worries And Such A Lot Of Reactions That I Have To Love It In Order To Get Over It And Past It.

I Am Living Permanently In My Dream, From Which I Make Brief Forays Into Reality.

Sometimes I Go For Days Without Speaking To A Soul. I Think, “i Should Make That Call", But I Put It Off. Because There’s Something Pleasurable About Not Talking. But Then I Love Talking, So It’s Not That. But Sometimes It Can Be Nice. It’s Not Like I Sit Here Philosophizing, Because I’ve No Talent For That. It’s Just This Thing About Silence That’s So Wonderful.