I Know That I Am One And

There's Nothing Regular About My Life At All, Really. I Don't Keep A Regular Schedule And Every Day Is Different. It's All Rather Chaotic.

I'm Being Mocked Because I Don't Live Up To A Socially Determined View Of What Other People Think A Person Should Look Like.

I Have An Enormous Appetite To See Life As I Know It Presented In Front Of My Eyes.

I Started Writing Plays In Around 1967, And At A Certain Point, I Thought, 'i'm Writing Plays, I Should Learn About Acting And What It Is.' So I Went To The Hb Studio In New York, And I Was There For About Nine Months.

I'm Not Proud To Be Me, I'm Not Excited To Be Me, But I Find That I Am Me, And Like Most Other Individuals, I Send Out Little Signals; I Tell Everyone Else How Everything Looks From Where I Am.