“I was destined to be the greatest actor of all time. Monty Clift? If I had been in A Place in the Sun, George Stevens would have had me do the walk to the electric chair shirtless. I mailed away for one of those Charles Atlas exercise routines they advertise in the back of the Superman comics. And I practice acting faces in front of the mirror—sad, happy, moody. But mother wouldn’t let me. I hate her! But she can’t keep my greatness in the slips. One door closes, another opens. And this body is America, strong, violent and full of limitless potential. My arms will hold them down when they struggle. My legs will run them down when they flee. I will be the U.S. Steel of murder. My body holds a heart that cannot love. When Dora died, she looked right into my eyes, and I felt nothing. The clown was put on earth to show me the way. To introduce me to the sweet language of murder.
But I am no clown.
I am perfection.
I am greatness.
I am the future, and the future starts tonight.”