If I Can't Really Find A Way

François: Do You Know What Kind Of A Bomb It Was? Clouseau: Yes, The Exploding Kind.

I Writhe When I See Myself On The Screen. I'm Such A Dreadfully Clumsy Hulking Image. I Say To Myself, "why Doesn't He Get Off? Why Doesn't He Get Off?" I Mean, I Look Like Such An Idiot. Some Fat Awkward Thing Dredged Up From Some Third-rate Drama Company. I Must Stop Thinking About It, Otherwise I Shan't Be Able To Go On Working.

Is There Anybody Hiding There In The Dark?

There Is No Me. I Do Not Exist. There Used To Be A Me But I Had It Surgically Removed.

Vocal Music Is An Attempt To Take The Whole Human Being And Project It Into Space. It Is The Ultimate Gesture Of Getting Out Of Yourself. You Take A Part Of You That Is Most Private, Most Personal, Most Inward And You Hurl It Out Into Space - You Project It As Far As You Can. That Gesture Of Opining This Whole Region Of The Body Results In An Enormous Spiritual Release, And Is Felt By Other People With Tremendous Impact.