….it was the knowledge that if you did what I did for a living-if you were a clown-and you had a passion to tell a particular kind of story… something… beyond… but you only had the one chance to get it right. And I never did. One never does, but, uh, you know that. That’s not… the problem. It’s when you feel you’re getting really close… but you can’t make it the rest of the way. You’re not good enough. You’re not complete enough. And despite all your fantasies you’re second rate.
Human. That’s very hard