Hollywood... Was The Place Where The United

Comedy Is Tragedy That Happens To Other People.

I Always Used To Suffer A Great Deal If I Let Myself Get Too Close To Reality Since The Definitive World Of The Everyday With Itshard Edges And Harsh Light Did Not Have Enough Resonance To Echo The Demands I Made Upon Experience. It Was As If I Never Experienced Experience As Experience. Living Never Lived Up To The Expectations I Had Of It--the Bovary Syndrome.

How Far Does A Pretence Of Feeling, Maintained With Absolute Conviction, Become Authentic?

Nothing Is A Matter Of Life And Death Except Life And Death.

I Think It's One Of The Scars In Our Culture That We Have Too High An Opinion Of Ourselves. We Align Ourselves With The Angels Instead Of The Higher Primates.