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You Know, I Often Thought That The Gangster And The Artist Are The Same In The Eyes Of The Masses. They're Admired And Hero-worshipped But There Is Always Present Underlying Desire To See Them Destroyed At The Peak Of Their Glory.

Here's To Five Miserable Months On The Wagon And The Irreparable Harm That It's Caused Me.

The Hardest Thing In Making A Movie Is To Keep In The Front Of Your Consciousness Your Original Response To The Material. Because That's Going To Be The Thing That Will Make The Movie. And The Loss Of That Will Break The Movie.

You're Free To Speculate As You Wish About The Philosophical And Allegorical Meaning Of The Film—and Such Speculation Is One Indication That It Has Succeeded In Gripping The Audience At A Deep Level—but I Don't Want To Spell Out A Verbal Road Map For 2001 That Every Viewer Will Feel Obligated To Pursue Or Else Fear He's Missed The Point.

Either You Care, Or You Don't. There's No In-between. And If You Care, Then Go All Of The Way.