Acting Is Divine Dissatisfaction. It's

The Only Thing That Has Ever Consumed Me Is Love From Time To Time. Feeling Like, 'what Is It? How Do I Get It?'

My Psychiatrist Says I Have A Messiah Complex. But I Forgave Him.

Imagine If You Could Actually Be That Happy? That Would Be Powerful, Man. People Would Be Tunneling Under The Street To Avoid You. They'd Go 'oh, Man - Is That Happy Guy Still Out There?'

I Need Privacy. I Would Think That Because What I Do Makes A Lot Of People Happy That I Might Deserve A Little Bit Of Respect In Return. Instead, The Papers Try To Drag Me Off My Pedestal.

It Is Better To Risk Starving To Death Then Surrender. If You Give Up On Your Dreams, What's Left?