Thank God For Your Mother.

I Don't Think I'm Going To Do Any Good Work This Morning.

They're Stealing My Ideas. They're Imitating My Shots.

I'm So Depressed. Christmas Is The Worst Of All. Holidays Are Terrible, Worse Than Sundays. I Get Melancholia.

Hollywood's Like Egypt, Full Of Crumbled Pyramids. It'll Never Come Back. It'll Just Keep On Crumbling Until Finally The Wind Blows The Last Studio Prop Across The Sands.

The Success Of A Production Depends On The Attention Paid To Detail.