Nothing Ends Nicely, That's Why It Ends.

But My Friends Are Happy For Me. The People Who Know Me Are Happy. My Mom Is Happy. My Family Is Happy.

They Smell Good. They Look Pretty. I Love Women. I Do.

When I Was About 7 Years Old, I Had Been Labeled Dyslexic. I'd Try To Concentrate On What I Was Reading, Then I'd Get To The End Of The Page And Have Very Little Memory Of Anything I'd Read. I Would Go Blank, Feel Anxious, Nervous, Bored, Frustrated, Dumb. I Would Get Angry. My Legs Would Actually Hurt When I Was Studying. My Head Ached. All Through School And Well Into My Career, I Felt Like I Had A Secret. When I'd Go To A New School, I Wouldn't Want The Other Kids To Know About My Learning Disability, But Then I'd Be Sent Off To Remedial Reading.

Every Single Time I Start To Do A Picture, Without Fail, I Feel As If I Don't Know What I'm Doing.

I've Never Made A Film That I Didn't Believe In, You Know? However The Picture Turns Out, I've Always Given Everything To It. That's Kind Of How I Approach Life. I Can't Help It. There's No Part-way With Me On Anything In Any Area Of My Life.