One sentence struck me as I read Marlon Brando's obituary in The New York Times: "``I suppose the story of my life is a search for love,'' Mr. Brando said. ``But more than that, I have been looking for a way to repair myself from the damages I suffered early on and to define my obligation, if I had any, to myself and my species.''
That, perhaps, was the wellspring of his eccentricity--that difference between himself and the general mass of people which gave him so much talent and so much pain. We like people to be all good--but they are never that, can never be that. What makes a saint makes a sinner, too.
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