My Parents Were Dishonest People. If It

I Don't Trust Or Love Anyone. Because People Are So Creepy. Creepy Creepy Creeps. Creeping Around. Creeping Here And Creeping There. Creeping Everywhere.

I'm Sort Of Like A Maniac, And I Can't Get Out Of It.

I Never Apologized For Anything In My Life. The Only Thing I'm Sorry About Is Putting A Curse On Roger Ebert's Colon. If A Fat Pig Like Roger Ebert Doesn't Like My Movie, Then I'm Sorry For Him.

I'm Talking To A Journalist And I Really Have Nothing To Say Anymore, This Is Already Uncomfortable. I Feel The Pain Coming Already. The Brutal Pain, When One Day I Should Read Your Edit Of Whatever I Say, Because No Matter What I Say, No Matter How I Say It, No Matter Its Tone, Its Frequency Range, Its Decibel Level Or The Way In Which I Put The Words Together, No Matter My Intentions And No Matter The Truth. What I'll Read One Day Will Be A Chastised, Manipulated Abortion Of Your Misunderstandings, Your Manipulations, Your Agenda And Your Amateur Use Of The English Language.

I Want To Thank Gus Van Sant For Selling Out So That I Could Use His Editor Curtis Clayton, Who Did A Great Job.