In My Life, I Don't Need To Have My Face Plastered Everywhere. It's Not Really Something I Want.
A Writer Never Reads His Work. For Him, It Is The Unreadable, A Secret, And He Cannot Remain Face To Face With It. A Secret, Because He Is Separated From It.
The Emoji Still Doesn't Really Speak To The Complexity That Actually - Or The Subtext That Goes On Between When People Actually Speak Face-to-face.
Oh! Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race? When I Look,each One Starts! When I Speak, I Offend; Then Im Silent & Passive & Lose Every Friend. Then My Verse I Dishonour, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade & My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; All My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame. Im Either Too Low Or Too Highly Prized; When Elate I M Envy'd, When Meek Im Despis'd
O Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race?
A Divine Image Cruelty Has A Human Heart, And Jealousy A Human Face; Terror The Human Form Divine, And Secresy The Human Dress. The Human Dress Is Forged Iron, The Human Form A Fiery Forge, The Human Face A Furnace Sealed, The Human Heart Its Hungry Gorge.
Ideals Survive Through Change. They Die Through Inertia In The Face Of Challenge.
Now I Figured This Out Recently, Pretty Much If You Ask Anybody To Be Part Of A Movie, They Get A Smile On Their Face. They Do! People Are Like, Movie! Ya Know, I Don't Know. There's Something That's Magical About It.
Let's Face It, The Great Comedians Now That Are Handicapped In The Looks Department Are Tremendous Writers.
