I believe in my mask-- The man I made up is me I believe in my dance-- And my destiny
When you hit a wall – of your own imagined limitations – just kick it in.
Caryl Churchill is a writer of some note, but in the sack, she makes me explain everything.
Hollywood is geared toward teenage idiocy.
I had a definite sense of somehow being a passenger in an evil vehicle crusing through Paradise.
Words are tools of imagery in motion.