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In This Desperate Way, I Started Many A Comedy.

I Do Not Have Much Patience With A Thing Of Beauty That Must Be Explained To Be Understood. If It Does Need Additional Interpretation By Someone Other Than The Creator, Then I Question Whether It Has Fulfilled Its Purpose.

I Don't Believe That The Public Knows What It Wants; This Is The Conclusion That I Have Drawn From My Career.

Where Words Leave Off, Gesture Begins. Don't We Speak Of A Person Being Speechless With Rage, Dancing With Impatience, Setting His Teeth? The Final Motions Of The Soul Are Speechless, Animal, Grotesque, Or Of An Incomparable Beauty.

My Lips Never Know My Problem They Just Always Smile