I'm Like A Good Cheese. I'm Just

I Wish I Could Recall With Clarity The Impulse That Compelled Me To Help Bring This Camp Into Being. I'd Be Pleased If I Could Announce A Motive Of Lofty Purpose. I've Been Accused Of Compassion, Of Altruism, Of Devotion To Christian, Hebrew, And Muslim Ethic, But However Desperate I Am To Claim Ownership Of A High Ideal, I Cannot. I Wanted, I Think, To Acknowledge Luck; The Chance Of It, The Benevolence Of It In My Life, And The Brutality Of It In The Lives Of Others, Made Especially Savage For Children Because They May Not Be Allowed The Good Fortune Of A Lifetime To Correct It.

I Have Taken Roads That I Wished I Had Not Traveled On. And I'm Traveling On Some Pretty Exciting Ones, Too.

The Embarrassing Thing Is That My Salad Dressing Is Out-grossing My Films.

There Are Many Ingredients That Go Into Making A Film. It Baffles Me, What Works And What Doesn't.

No Sense In Being A Grifter If It's The Same As Being A Citizen.