I Was An Outsider... But I Was

I Don't Remember Anything Anybody Said In Any Jack Ford Picture. Nothing Happens Except Action.

Stylized Acting And Direction Is To Realistic Acting And Direction As Poetry Is To Prose.

The Writer, When He Is Also An Artist, Is Someone Who Admits What Others Don't Dare Reveal.

Miller Didn't Write Death Of A Salesman. He Released It. It Was There Inside Him, Waiting To Be Turned Loose. That's The Measure Of Its Merit.

The Real Challenge Is Not Simply To Survive. Hell, Anyone Can Do That. It’s To Survive As Yourself, Undiminished.