The Dead Know Only One Thing, It

The Feel Of The Experience Is The Important Thing, Not The Ability To Verbalize Or Analyze It.

I'm A Slave To My Imagination In Terms Of Making Narrative Films.

I'm Happy - At Times - Making Films. I'm Certainly Unhappy Not Making Films.

I, Uh, Don't Think It's Quite Fair To Condemn A Whole Program Because Of A Single Slip-up, Sir.

If Man Merely Sat Back And Thought About His Impending Termination, And His Terrifying Insignificance And Aloneness In The Cosmos, He Would Surely Go Mad, Or Succumb To A Numbing Sense Of Futility. Why, He Might Ask Himself, Should He Bother To Write A Great Symphony, Or Strive To Make A Living, Or Even To Love Another, When He Is No More Than A Momentary Microbe On A Dust Mote Whirling Through The Unimaginable Immensity Of Space?