Some People Are Addicts. If They Don't

My Life Is Very Exciting Now. Nostalgia For What? It's Like Climbing A Staircase. I'm On The Top Of The Staircase, I Look Behind And See The Steps. That's Where I Was. We're Here Right Now. Tomorrow, We'll Be Someplace Else. So Why Nostalgia?

For Me It's Not Possible To Forget, And I Don't Understand People Who, When The Love Is Ended, Can Bury The Other Person In Hatred Or Oblivion. For Me, A Man I Have Loved Becomes A Kind Of Brother.

Why Should We Stop Living Because Some People Try To Kill What Is Left Of Energy In Ourselves?

Aging Gracefully Is Supposed To Mean Trying Not To Hide Time Passing And Just Looking A Wreck. Don't Worry Girls, Look Like A Wreck, That's The Way It Goes.

When I'm Acting, I'm Two Beings. There's The One Monitoring The Distance Between Myself And The Camera, Making Sure I Hit My Marks, And There Is The One Driven By This Inner Fire, This Delicious Fear.