Do I Want To Start My Own

Emmies, For Example, Most Of That's Bullshit. Oscars Are Even Worse. We Have A Strange, Terrible Affliction In This Town. Everybody Walks Around Bent-backed From Slapping Each Other On The Backs So Much. It Looks Like Arthritis But It Isn't. It's Hunger For Recognition. And It's Sort Of Like, Well, I'll Scratch You This Time If You'll Scratch Me Next Time. That Kind Of Thing.

How Can You Put Out A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper? No Dramatic Art Form Should Be Dictated And Controlled By Men Whose Training And Instincts Are Cut Of An Entirely Different Cloth. The Fact Remains That These Gentlemen Sell Consumer Goods, Not An Art Form.

But It Makes You Wonder, Doesn't It? Just How Normal Are We? Just Who Are The People We Nod Our Hellos To As We Pass On The Street? A Rather Good Question To Ask - Particularly In The Twilight Zone.

If You Want To Prove That God Is Not Dead, First Prove That Man Is Alive.

I Write Much Better In The Nonconfines Of The Early Morning Than I Do The Clutter Of The Day.