Only The One Who Walks

If We Are Not Our Brother's Keeper, At Least Let Us Not Be His Executioner.

When I Lie On The Beach There Naked, Which I Do Sometimes, And I Feel The Wind Coming Over Me And I See The Stars Up Above And I Am Looking Into This Very Deep, Indescribable Night, It Is Something That Escapes My Vocabulary To Describe. Then I Think: 'god, I Have No Importance. Whatever I Do Or Don't Do, Or What Anybody Does, Is Not More Important Than The Grains Of Sand That I Am Lying On, Or The Coconut That I Am Using For My Pillow.' So I Really Don't Think In The Long Sense.

It Is A Simple Fact That All Of Us Use The Techniques Of Acting To Achieve Whatever Ends We Seek.

Even Today I Meet People Who Think Of Me Automatically As A Tough, Insensitive, Coarse Guy Named Stanley Kowalski. They Can't Help It, But, It Is Troubling.

I Watched A Snail Crawl Along The Edge Of A Straight Razor. That's My Dream. That's My Nightmare. Crawling, Slithering, Along The Edge Of A Straight Razor And Surviving.