Love, Anger, Depression, Joy And Dreams. ...and

Love Is Not A Victory March, It's A Cold And It's A Broken Hallelujah.

I've Already Created My Own Thing.

I Think I Would Really Lay Down And Die. Music Comes From A Very Primal, Twisted Place. When A Person Sings, Their Body, Their Mouth, Their Eyes, Their Words, Their Voice Says All These Unspeakable Things That You Really Can't Explain But That Mean Something Anyway. People Are Completely Transformed When They Sing; People Look Like That When They Sing Or When They Make Love. But It's A Weird Thing—at The End Of The Night I Feel Strange, Because I Feel I've Told Everybody All My Secrets.

I Like Cinematic Art That Doesn't Have To Include Violence As The Main Meat Of Emotion. Now, Excellence In Cinema Is Based On Murder, Guns. Tarantino Bores Me. Even Though He Is Very Appealing And Very Facile About Putting Elements Of Pop Culture Into His Work. But It Kinds Of Dates It, Right?

I Sacrificed My Anonymity For My Father, Whereas He Sacrificed Me For His Fame.