History Is An Angel Being Blown Backwards

When I Was Four, I Was A Kind Of Sky Worshipper. I Would Look At The Sky, And I Wanted To Evaporate Into The Sky - I Loved The Sky. I Loved Looking At The Trees, Just Because They Touched The Sky.

The Audience Creates Its Own Personality, I've Noticed, In The First Five Minutes. They Will Either Be Generous, Funny, Silly, Withholding, Academic, Analytical, Grudging. And I'm Fascinated With How That Gets Constructed, Because It Happens Right Away.

Shining In The Midnight Moonlight, While The King Sings Love Me Tender.

People Who Were Born Alone Are Defined By Feelings Like "who's Gonna Be With Me When I Die? Who Will Ever Understand Me? Will I Always Feel So Alone? Maybe If I Write A Book..." And You Forget That That Doesn't Help You So Much.

All Of Nature Talks To Me - If I Could Just Figure Out What It's Saying - Trees Are Swinging In The Breeze. They're Talking To Me. Insects Are Rubbing Their Legs Together. They're All Talking. They're Talking To Me.