Everything Has Already Been Done. Every Story

The Most Terrifying Fact About The Universe Is Not That It Is Hostile But That It Is Indifferent, But If We Can Come To Terms With This Indifference, Then Our Existence As A Species Can Have Genuine Meaning. However Vast The Darkness, We Must Supply Our Own Light.

Suppose By Chance You Do Get Picked Up. What Have You Done? You Shot A Horse; That Isn't First Degree Murder; In Fact, It Isn't Even Murder; In Fact, I Don't Know What It Is.

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?

All My Life I've Always Spoiled The Things That Meant The Most To Me.

From The Very Beginning, All Of My Films Have Divided The Critics. Some Have Thought Them Wonderful, And Others Have Found Very Little Good To Say. But Subsequent Critical Opinion Has Always Resulted In A Very Remarkable Shift To The Favorable. In One Instance, The Same Critic Who Originally Rapped The Film Has Several Years Later Put It On An All-time Best List. But Of Course, The Lasting And Ultimately Most Important Reputation Of A Film Is Not Based On Reviews, But On What, If Anything, People Say About It Over The Years, And On How Much Affection For It They Have.