My Work Is Really A Blast. When

In The Early Days You Have A Tendency To Intellectualize, But You're Really Just Trying To Sound Smart And Score With The Chicks.

In Your Mid-30s, It’s Time To Start Playing Guys Of Compromise. And As You Get Older, Men Of Bitter Compromise.

You Don't Necessarily Go In To Talk To The Person To Try To Find Some Secret Key To The Lock.

Movie-making Is Telling A Story With The Best Technology At Your Disposal.

I Know That My Work In This Case Is Magnified By The Fact That The Streets Of Heaven Are Too Crowded With Angels. We Know Their Names. They Number A Thousand For Each One Of The Red Ribbons That We Wear Here Tonight. They Finally Rest In The Warm Embrace Of The Gracious Creator Of Us All. A Healing Embrace That Cools Their Fevers, That Clears Their Skin, And Allows Their Eyes To See The Simple, Self-evident, Common Sense Truth That Is Made Manifest By The Benevolent Creator Of Us All...