I Go To My Room And I

I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away And I Don't Look Back. It Has Always Been A Fault Of Mine, But It Is The Way I Am. I Never Look Back. Never.

There Are No Words And There Is No Singing, But The Music Has A Voice. It Is An Old Voice And A Deep Voice, Like The Stump Of A Sweet Cigar Or A Shoe With A Hole. It Is A Voice That Has Lived And Lives, With Sorrow And Shame, Ecstasy And Bliss, Joy And Pain, Redemption And Damnation. It Is A Voice With Love And Without Love. I Like The Voice, And Though I Can't Talk To It, I Like The Way It Talks To Me. It Says It Is All The Same, Young Man. Take It And Let It Be.

...if You Can Accept The Truth And Live With It Your Heart Will Be At Peace.

I Don't Speak With Proper Grammar. I Don't Speak With Dialogue Attribution. I Don't Speak With Quotation. I Don't Care About Any Of That Stuff. It's About Rhythm, And It's About What's In Their [the Character's] Head, And What Feels More Natural. And It's About Speed. I Want Things To Move.

Not Everyone Who Works Hard Makes Their Dream Come True. You Need Luck And Hard Work And Being In The Right Place At The Right Time But I Still Very Much Believe It's Possible.