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Success Is A Beast. And It Actually Puts The Emphasis On The Wrong Thing. You Get Away With More Instead Of Looking Within.

There's A Constant Chatter In Our House, Whether It's Giggling Or Screaming Or Crying Or Banging. I Love It. I Love It. I Love It. I Hate It When They're Gone. I Hate It. Maybe It's Nice To Be In A Hotel Room For A Day - 'oh, Nice, I Can Finally Read A Paper.' But Then, By The Next Day, I Miss That Cacophony, All That Life.

What Occurred To Me On [‘the Curious Case Of Benjamin Button’], And Also With The Passing Of Her Mother, Is That There's Going To Come A Time When I'm Not Going To Get To Be With This Person Anymore. I'm Not Going To Get To Be With My Children Anymore. Or Friends, People I Love And Respect. And So, If We Have A Flare-up, It Evaporates Now. I Don't Want To Waste Time Being Angry At Someone I Love.

I Was Hiding Out From The Celebrity Thing, I Was Smoking Way Too Much Dope, I Was Sitting On The Couch, And Just Turning Into A Doughnut, And I Really Got Irritated With Myself.

I Quit, And Then I Started Again, And Then I Quit, And Then I Started Again.