The Problem Is That Everybody

I Don't Do Well With Modern Films, To Be Honest. Opening Credits, And I'm Just Gone.

Throughout My Lifetime I've Left Pieces Of My Heart Here And There. And Now, There's Almost Barely Enough To Stay Alive. But I Force A Smile, Knowing That My Ambition Far Exceeded My Talent.

Barrie And The Wonderful Characters He Created, Lewis Carroll, Even French Literature, Like Baudelaire Or Over In The States, Poe, You Open Those Books, You Open The Flowers Of Evil And Begin To Read. If It Were Written Today, You'd Be Absolutely Stupefied By The Work. It's This Incredible Period Where The Work Is Timeless, Ageless. So Yeah, I Just Love All Those Guys. It's My Deep Passion In Those Great 19th Century Writers.

I Realized That It Was Great To Have A Job, But It Didn't Have Anything Remotely To Do With What I Was Striving For, So Why Was I Doing It?

There Is Nothing On Earth That Could Ever Make Me Want To Relive Certain Years Of My Life When I Was Young.