“I’m half naked. The question is not, Am I getting dressed or undressed? the question is, Am I a half-noble savage, or a half-ignoble savage?”
“The writers job is to get naked,To hide nothing.To look away from nothing.To look at it.To not blink.To be not embarrassed or shamed of it.Strip it down and lets get down to where the blood is, the bone is.Instead of hiding it with clothes and all kinds of other stuff, luxury!”
“A blanket could be used to reveal hidden mysteries. Quick, get naked and get under, and I will illuminate the night. ”
“The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.”
“I have a huge and savage conscience that won't let me get away with things.”