Only The Unloved Hate; The Unloved And

My Technique Is The Outcome Of Thinking For Myself, Of My Own Logic And Approach; It Is Not Borrowed From What Others Are Doing.

Where Words Leave Off, Gesture Begins. Don't We Speak Of A Person Being Speechless With Rage, Dancing With Impatience, Setting His Teeth? The Final Motions Of The Soul Are Speechless, Animal, Grotesque, Or Of An Incomparable Beauty.

You Are Only As Good As The Woman You Are Standing Beside.

I Had No Idea Of The Character. But The Moment I Was Dressed, The Clothes And The Make-up Made Me Feel The Person He Was. I Began To Know Him, And By The Time I Walked Onto The Stage He Was Fully Born.

We Must Laugh In The Face Of Our Helplessness Against The Forces Of Nature, Or Go Insane.