I Don't Have Any System. I Dictate

I Remember The First Sale I Made Was A Hundred And Fifty Dollars For A Radio Script, And, As Poor As I Was, I Didn't Cash The Check For Three Months. I Kept Showing It To People.

The Writer's No Different. When He's Rejected, That Paper Is Rejected, In A Sense, A Sizeable Fragment Of The Writer Is Rejected As Well. It's A Piece Of Himself That's Being Turned Down.

A Basic “must” For Every Writer: A Simple Solitude-physical & Mental.

How Can You Put Out A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper? No Dramatic Art Form Should Be Dictated And Controlled By Men Whose Training And Instincts Are Cut Of An Entirely Different Cloth. The Fact Remains That These Gentlemen Sell Consumer Goods, Not An Art Form.

In Eleven Or Twelve Years Of Writing, Mike, I Can Lay Claim To At Least This: I Have Never Written Beneath Myself. I Have Never Written Anything That I Didn't Want My Name Attached To. I Have Probed Deeper In Some Scripts And I've Been More Successful In Some Than Others. But All Of Them That Have Been On, You Know, I'll Take My Lick. They're Mine And That's The Way I Wanted Them.