As Far As I'm Concerned, Being Any

Desire Is Hunger Is The Fire I Breathe, Love Is A Banquet On Which We Feed.

We Never Had Any Children," He Said Ruefully. "our Work Was Our Children.

Eyeing The Traffic Circulating The Lobby Hung With Bad Art. Big Invasive Stuff Unloaded On Stanley Bard In Exchange For Rent. The Hotel Is An Energetic, Desperate Haven For Scores Of Gifted Hustling Children From Every Rung Of The Ladder. Guitar Bums And Stoned-out Beauties In Victorian Dresses. Junkie Poets, Playwrights, Broke-down Filmmakers, And French Actors. Everybody Passing Through Here Is Somebody, If Not In The Outside World.

In Art And Dream May You Proceed With Abandon. In Life May You Proceed With Balance And Stealth.

The Film [dream Of Life] Is The Way It Is Because It Was The Rhythm Of My Life, And Also Because The Director And The Editor Are Both Gifted And Both Fine Human Beings.