My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!
Some men become what they were born for.
We live in a time which has created the art of the absurd. It is our art. It contains happenings, Pop art, camp, a theater of the absurd. . . Do we have the art because the absurd is the patina of waste. . . ? Or are we face to face with a desperate or most rational effort from the deepest resources of the unconscious of us all to rescue civilization from the pit and plague of its bedding?
I remember, once, my sister used to tell me that they found me in the trash-can when I was younger, so one time I pushed my sister into a trash-can - I put it over her head and pushed her down the street. And then after that, we been close ever since.
The problem is that so often we forget that we are in warfare and that Satan's target is our mind.
I don't feel that I was a Hollywood-created star.