It's Hard To Be An Artist. It's

And Even If We Win, If We Win, Hah! Even If We Win! Even If We Play So Far Above Our Heads That Our Noses Bleed For A Week To Ten Days; Even If God In Heaven Above Comes Down And Points His Hand At Our Side Of The Field; Even If Every Man Woman And Child Held Hands Together And Prayed For Us To Win, It Just Wouldn't Matter Because All The Really Good Looking Girls Would Still Go Out With The Guys From Mohawk Because They've Got All The Money! It Just Doesn't Matter If We Win Or We Lose. It Just Doesn't Matter! It Just Doesn't Matter! It Just Doesn't Matter!

The Secret Is To Have A Sense Of Yourself, Your Real Self, Your Unique Self. And Not Just Once In A While, Or Once A Day, But All Through The Day, The Week And Life.

The Critics. When They're Right, They're Right For The Wrong Reasons. And They're Usually Wrong.

Movie Acting Suits Me Because I Only Need To Be Good For Ninety Seconds At A Time.

Mrs. O'hair Died Horribly, A Victim Of The World She Helped To Shape. Without The Deity She Fought So Hard Against, There Is No Right And Wrong, Increasingly People Are Ruled By Their Passions And Humanity Is A Tragedy Waiting To Happen.