Talent is a flame. Genius is a fire.

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it.

Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.

God guard me from those thoughts men think<br>In the mind alone.

Something in me was responding now as the audience responded$$$ not in fear$$$ but in some human way$$$ to the magic of that fragile painted set$$$ the mystery of the lighted world there.

Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent?

You can't hit a target if you don't know what it is.

Hell's Bells ringing$$$ my secret music...