As Soon As You Become Afraid To

The Voices Of Moral Authority In The Theatre Demanded Only Punctuality And Physical Performance. In The Light Of Continuing Pressure And Stress, The Occasional Lip Service Paid To Moderation Was Meaningless. Starvation And Poisoning Were Not Excesses, But Measures Taken To Stay Within The Norm.

In Saying My Prayers, I Discovered The Voice Of An Innermost Self, The Raw Nerve Of My Identity.

The Nature Of My Compulsion Was Such That I Danced In My Sleep. The Entire Household Was Sometimes Awakened By Loud Thumping Sounds Coming From My Room.

... Each Action Taken In This World Has Its Echo In The Heart.

Often, When You've Reached A Very High Level Of Achievement, You Almost Become Paralyzed By The Idea That Anything You Might Do Might Be Imperfect. Perfection Is Just The Striving, The Effort, The Struggle, But It's Hard To Remember That.