Memory Does Not Make Films, It Makes

The Beauty Of New York Is Unintentional; It Arose Independent Of Human Design, Like A Stalagmite Cavern.

But If God Is Gone And Man Is No Longer Master, Then Who Is Master?

Modern Stupidity Means Not Ignorance But The Nonthought Of Received Ideas

Sad Company Is Bad Company.

And There Lies The Horror: The Past We Remember Is Devoid Of Time. Impossible To Reexperience A Love The Way We Reread A Book Or Resee A Film.