An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. Can they be brought together? This is a practical question. We must get down to it. I despise intelligence really means: I cannot bear my doubts.
I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing.
…Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
I don’t feel strong anymore
I feel like falling to my knees.
Things aren’t the way they were before,
They’re not the way they’re supposed to be.
Instead of telling him I loved all his work I cracked two jokes.