Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
If you can sustain your interest in what you__e doing, you__e an extremely fortunate person. What you see very frequently in people__ professional lives, and perhaps in their emotional life as well, is that they lose interest in the third act. You sort of get tired, and indifferent, and, sometimes, defensive. And you kind of lose your capacity for astonishment _ and that__ a great loss, because the world is a very astonishing place. What I feel fortunate about is that I__ still astonished, that things still amaze me. And I think that that__ the great benefit of being in the arts, where the possibility for learning never disappears, where you basically have to admit you never learn it.
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If you can sustain your interest in what you__e doing, you__e an extremely fortunate person. What you see very frequently in people__ professional lives, and perhaps in their emotional life as well, is that they lose interest in the third act. You sort of get tired, and indifferent, and, sometimes, defensive. And you kind of lose your capacity for astonishment _ and that__ a great loss, because the world is a very astonishing place. What I feel fortunate about is that I__ still astonished, that things still amaze me. And I think that that__ the great benefit of being in the arts, where the possibility for learning never disappears, where you basically have to admit you never learn it.
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