The man’s enlarged my mind. He’s a poet-warrior in the classic sense...I’m a little man, I’m a little man, he’s... he’s a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas...
And I’m sure that you are, like me, “not Hamlet, nor was meant to be”. But heck, if we play our parts well, tho they be only “bit-parts” of the human drama in which our Author has cast us, we can—like Dennis Hopper—grow old doing more than measuring out our lives in coffee spoons, or joining with the hollow men who strut about life’s stage full of sound and fury signifying nothing!
This is from Apocolypse Now, right?