If You Can Get Out There And

I Stopped Working A Few Years Ago Because I Just Lost A Spark That I'd Had Before. I Thought I'd Just Try Writing, And Maybe Start Directing, But I Did It Very Quietly.

Lightbulbs Die, My Sweet. I Will Depart.

It Isn’t A Big Jump In The Imagination To See Yourself Living Alone Like Mr Hoppy.

Poverty Is Not Dated. Homeless People Have Looked The Same Since The Thirteenth Century. Go Back To The Times Of Tolstoy And Dostoyevsky. Look At Photographs. It's Amazing. The Face On A Homeless Person Is Timeless.

Next To That Kid, We All Look Like Onions.