I Can't Re-examine Work I Did In

I've Been Very Lucky.

For About A Year, I Just Didn't Know What To Do. I Did Laboring Jobs, Working In The Docks, Construction Sites.

Films Exhaust Me, They Do, And I Often Want Nothing More To Do With Them, But I'm Continually Surprised At The Resurgence Of The Impulse To Come Back And Do It All Over Again.

It Didn't Occur To Me That It Was Possible To Breathe Life Into Abraham Lincoln.

I Suppose That Anyone Who Does Any Kind Of Creative Work Some Time In Their Life - Especially As You Grow Into Middle Age! - You Come To A Time Where You Really Question More And More Frequently, Whether You Have Anything Else To Offer. And At Its Worst, You Feel Utterly Bereft Of Whatever Creative Force It Takes To Do That Work.