I know that if thereโs a purpose for life, it was for me to hear Mozart.
And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.
There's a mystery there, a clue, a nut, a bolt, and if I put it together, I find me.
Kids never get pissed at their parents. Unheard of.
I became a set designer for opera. I'm a great opera buff, I love classical music, and I needed a time-out.
I never can satisfy some need in me to achieve something of incredible hight. For my sake. It puzzles me deeply. And it sours my life. So there is a permanent dissatisfaction.