“I don’t regret saying stupid things—that’s sort of unavoidable. I regret babbling. I regret talking because I am empowered to do so, because there is empty space. I think of this as a kind of greed, a vice which has always haunted me in some form. I think the sheer ease with which one could speak—to thousands of people—was a problem. It should never be that easy for me. I must be forced to think. I must remember that I don’t talk for the benefit of other people, but, primarily, for myself.”
Who Knew?