Like Everything, What Compels One To Put

At Eleven I Was At The Peak Of My Creative Powers: I Was Writing Stories And Playlets, Putting Together Poetryprojects. I Was Absorbed By My 'work.' At Twelve I Was No Longer Reading Or Writing, Just Counting Off Days And Checking Them Off. I Was Interested In Survival.

We Say We Embrace Humanity, But What Does That Mean? We Are All Defined By Our Limits, So To What Extent Can We Embrace All This? Because We All Contain Within Ourselves Equally The Capacity For Kindness, As Much As For Cruelty Or Evil. And The Best Of Us Are Able To Suppress Those Baser Impulses, Instincts. That's The War Within.

The Ability To Take Pleasure In One's Life Is A Skill And Is A Kind Of Intelligence. So Intelligence Is A Hard Thing To Evaluate And It Manifests Itself In So Many Different Ways. I Do Think The Ability To Know How To Live A Life And Not Be Miserable Is A Sign Of That.

When I Want To Show The Kind Of Meanness People Are Capable Of, To Make It Believable I Find I Have To Tone It Down. It's In Real Life That People Are Over The Top.

What Makes Me Angry Is The Idea That People Would Be Going To A Movie Because Of What I Said About It. It Makes Me Feel, I Don't Know, Arrogant, Self-important, Self-aggrandizing, Whatever. Like I'm Being Used.