Well, my brother was a schizophrenic, so I understood it in a different way from seeing my brother.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
I arrived in Hollywood and lived much of my life in America, but the fans did not really know me.

