Oh, Write Of Me, Not Died In

I Think I'm A Weird Combination Of Deeply Introverted And Very Daring. I Can Feel Both Those Things Working.

I Think I Have More Of A Director's Brain Than An Actor's Brain, In A Way.

O Suns And Skies And Clouds Of June, And Flowers Of June Together. Ye Cannot Rival For One Hour October's Bright Blue Weather.

Oh, Write Of Me, Not Died In Bitter Pains, But Emigrated To Another Star!

You Have Five Seconds To Enjoy It And Then You Remember Who You Didn't Thank.