I'm not going to go through life with one arm tied behind my back.

There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are impaled on the crook of conditioning. A fish that is in the water has no choice that he is. Genius would have it that we swim in sand. We are fish and we drown.

Am I in love? Absolutely. I'm in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I'm a passionate lover. I fawn over these people. I have given them my heart and my soul. The trouble is, I'm unable to love anyone tangible. I have sacrificed a physical bond, for a metaphysical relationship. I am the ultimate idealistic lover.

Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.

If I can keep this up and nothing interferes with my progress, one of these days I might be able to contribute something to the world.

I wouldn't like me, if I had to be around me.

How can you measure acting in inches?