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I look a lot like my father when he was my age.
Work in the theater sharpened my verse and my cinema.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
It's not in my nature to be too literal.
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
I hate being too pretty.
I don't like books, they're all fact, no heart.
I guess you deal with what you get.
I don't look too far ahead.