The Wind Came In Languid

This Was The Way The Night Had Cashed In. Choices Had Been Made And Things Happened, And Here We Were. It Was Sad, And Funny. My Life Was Made Of This. Stuff Like This.

Life As A Performance Is Just A Way To Look At Life Choices As Character Choices. Every Morning You Choose What To Wear, You Choose How To Wear Your Hair, You Choose Your Friends, You More Or Less Choose Your Profession, And How Hard You Will Work At It. Those Are All Things That An Actor Decides About His Character When He Is Performing, And They Are Things That We Decide In Life. We Create Our "character."

I'm An Actor, I Do Movies, And I Need To Find Somebody Who Enjoys That Kind Of Stuff. It's Not Like, "oh, I Have My Work Time, And We Go On A Date, And It Better Be Darn Fun And Exciting!" I Think It Should All Coalesce A Bit More.

You Say I Sucked At The Oscars. I Was A Genius At The Oscars. That Was Experimental Tuxedo Sleep Art.

For April Fools Day, Someone Played A Really Cruel Joke On Me. They Stole All My Mirrors And I Had To Go Hours Without Seeing Myself. I Mean, I Couldn’t Even Do My Daily Affirmations. What Kind Of World Is This? I Tell You, It’s Artists Like Myself That Really Suffer.