When Did I Realize I Was God?

My Dear Sir, It Haunted Me For The Rest Of My Life.

Many Years Ago I Sent An Old, Beloved Jacket To A Cleaner, The Sycamore Cleaners. It Was A Leather Jacket Covered In Guinness And Blood And Marmalade, One Of Those Jobs... And It Came Back With A Little Note Pinned To It, And On The Note It Said, 'it Distresses Us To Return Work Which Is Not Perfect.' So That Will Do For Me. That Can Go On My Tombstone.

I'm A Professional And I'll Do Anything - A Poetry Reading, Television, Cinema, Anything That Allows Me To Act.

I Found Him Perhaps The Least Terrifying Man I've Ever Met In The Theater—because At First Glance I Could See Through Him And He Could See Through Me, And He Knew That I Knew That He Knew. Look, Love, I've Been Bullied All My Life By Bigger Experts Than Larry Olivier, I Can Assure You, And He's Just Got To Get In Line.

Writing Is A Kind Of Performing Art, And I Can't Sit Down To Write Unless I'm Dressed. I Don't Mean Dressed In A Suit, But Dressed Well And Comfortably And I Have To Be Shaved And Bathed.