The Theater Is Like A

Occasionally I Sense An Insane Wail Deep Down In The Pit, The Echo Alone Reaching Me, Striking Without Warning, A Child Weeping Uninhibitedly, Imprisoned Forever.

We Make Each Other Alive; It Doesn’t Make A Difference If It Hurts.

Well, We're Grasping For Two Things At Once. Partly For Communion With Others - That's The Deepest Instinct In Us. And Partly, We're Seeking Security. By Constant Communion With Others We Hope We Shall Be Able To Accept The Horrible Fact Of Our Total Solitude.

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

I Don't Watch My Own Films Very Often. I Become So Jittery And Ready To Cry... And Miserable. I Think It's Awful.