I Guess We All Have A Little

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 Find Dictating In The Mass Media Particularly Good Because You're Writing For Voice Anyway; You're Writing For People To Say A Line And, Consequently, Saying A Line Through A Machine Is Quite A Valid Test For The Validity Of What You're Saying.

Just Drawing Back And Drawing In; Becoming Narcissistic.

Somewhere Between Apathy And Anarchy Lies The Thinking Human Being.

Ideas Come From The Earth. They Come From Every Human Experience That You’ve Either Witnessed Or Have Heard About, Translated Into Your Brain In Your Own Sense Of Dialogue, In Your Own Language Form. Ideas Are Born From What Is Smelled, Heard, Seen, Experienced, Felt, Emotionalized. Ideas Are Probably In The Air, Like Little Tiny Items Of Ozone.