It Is A Great Danger For Everyone

The Sense Of Unhappiness Is So Much Easier To Convey Than That Of Happiness. In Misery We Seem Aware Of Our Own Existence, Even Though It May Be In The Form Of A Monstrous Egotism: This Pain Of Mine Is Individual, This Nerve That Winces Belongs To Me And To No Other. But Happiness Annihilates Us: We Lose Our Identity.

For A Good Man Fame Is Always A Problem.

A Movie Is Not A Book. If The Source Material Is A Book, You Cannot Be Too Respectful Of The Book. All You Owe To The Book Is The Spirit.

They Think My Mother's Ashes Are Marijuana.

I Have Never Understood Why People Who Can Swallow The Enormous Improbability Of A Personal God Boggle At A Personal Devil.