I Didn't Go Out Of My Way

I Don't Get Offered Leading Parts. I Suppose I've Become A Kind Of Character Actor Or Sideman. I Think It Had To Do With Probably In The '90s, I Refused So Many Leading Roles That They Gave Up On Me, Or I Just Became Unpopular, Or I Became Old. All Those Reasons.

I Feel Like I've Never Had A Home, You Know? I Feel Related To The Country, To This Country, And Yet I Don't Know Exactly Where I Fit In... There's Always This Kind Of Nostalgia For A Place, A Place Where You Can Reckon With Yourself.

I Got To New York When I Was Eighteen. I Was Knocking Around, Trying To Be An Actor, Writer, Musician, Whatever Happened.

When You Consider All The Writers Who Never Even Had A Machine. Who Would Have Given An Eyeball For A Good Typewriter. Any Typewriter. All The Ones Who Wrote On A Matchbook Covers. Paper Bags. Toilet Paper. Who Had Their Writing Destroyed By Their Jailers. Who Persisted Beyond All Odds.

I Hate Endings. Just Detest Them. Beginnings Are Definitely The Most Exciting, Middles Are Perplexing And Endings Are A Disaster. … The Temptation Towards Resolution, Towards Wrapping Up The Package, Seems To Me A Terrible Trap. Why Not Be More Honest With The Moment? The Most Authentic Endings Are The Ones Which Are Already Revolving Towards Another Beginning. That’s Genius.