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Once You're Involved In The Work, It's Really Just You And The Characters And The Words.

The Past Is Like The Hair On Our Head. I Moved To New York When I Was Twelve, But You Always Have This Feeling That Wherever You Come From, You Physically Leave It, But It Doesn't Leave You.

To Be Able To Create You Have To Have Peace Of Mind On Some Level.

Misery Won't Touch You Gentle. It Always Leaves Its Thumbprints On You; Sometimes It Leaves Them For Others To See, Sometimes For Nobody But You To Know Of.

We Try To Keep The Beautiful Memories, But Other Things From The Past Creep Up On Us.