But To Believe That Getting Stuff Is

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.

I Guess It Could Be Said That The Inspiration For 'requiem For A Dream' Is Watching The American Dream Not Only Destroy So Many Lives In The U.s., But Infect The Rest Of The World With Its Obsession With Getting More, Ignoring The Deadly Effect That Has On The Planet.

Life Was Not Longer Something To Endure, But To Live.

They Luxuriated In The Feeling Of Deep And All Pervading Satisfaction, A Feeling Of Knowing Absolutely That All Was Well With The World And Them And That The World Was Not Only Their Oyster It Was Also Their Linguine With Clam Sauce. Not Only Were All Things Possible, But All Things Were Theirs.

Sometimes We Have The Absolute Certainty There's Something Inside Us That's So Hideous And Monstrous That If We Ever Search It Out We Won't Be Able To Stand Looking At It. But It's When We're Willing To Come Face To Face With That Demon That We Face The Angel.