I Don't Feel, God Dictated That I

A Word To The Wise To All The Children Of The Twentieth Century, Whether Their Concern Be Pediatrics Or Geriatrics, Whether They Crawl On Hands And Knees And Wear Diapers Or Walk With A Cane And Comb Their Beards. There's A Wondrous Magic To Christmas, And There's A Special Power Reserved For Little People. In Short, There's Nothing Mightier Than The Meek, And A Merry Christmas To Each And All.

How Can You Put On A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper?

I Think Willa Cather Did A Short Story Called "paul's Case," And In It, When He Finally Commits Suicide, It Says, "he Surrendered To The Black Design Of Things." And That's What I Anticipate Death Will Be: A Totally Unconscious Void In Which You Float Through Eternity With No Particular Consciousness Of Anything. I Think Once Around Is Enough. I Don't Want To Start It All Over Again.

You Unlock This Door With The Key Of Imagination. Beyond It Is Another Dimension: A Dimension Of Sound, A Dimension Of Sight, A Dimension Of Mind. You’re Moving Into A Land Of Both Shadow And Substance, Of Things And Ideas. You’ve Just Crossed Over Into… The Twilight Zone.

I Don't Have Close Relationships With Agents. They're Friends, But They're Not Confidants.