The Power Of A Volcano When It

I Don't Dabble, I'm Good At Acting.

You Are Confronted With Abysses Of Time That Are, In A Way, Unfathomable. You See A Painting In Charcoal Of Raindeer And It Was Left Unfinished And Somebody Else Finished It. But Through Radio Carbon Dating We Know That The Next One Completed The Painting 5,000 Years Later. You're Just Blown Away By The Notion Of Passage Of Time. We Have No Relationship To That Kind Of Depth Of Time.

I Am Torn Between The Beauty Of The Natural World, Which You See All Around Us, And The Idea That Some Dumb Tornado Could Blow A Telephone Pole Onto My Sweet Camaro.

I Think It Is A Quest Of Literature Throughout The Ages To Describe The Human Condition.

It Doesn't Matter Whether You Shoot On Celluloid Or On Digital, You Better Make A Good Film.