I Would Guess That Ray Bradbury Would

Most Screenplays, Most Motion Pictures, Owe Much More To The Screenplay. Ingmar Bergman Has Such An Economy Of Language, So Little Language In His Piece, It Is So Visual, His Moods Are Introduced And Buttressed By Camera Rather Than By Word Or Character. But Again, That's Unique.

People Are Put Down In Television Now, Not Because They're Not Qualitative, Not Because They're Not Talented - But Because There's No Room For Them, And Worse Than That, There's Nowhere They Can Find Exposure. Their Own Good Talent May Die Of Mourning, Just For Want Of Having Somebody Read What They've Written. I Don't Presume To Say How We Can Best Provide Platforms For New Writers To Get Read. I Don't Know. But Therein Lies The Major Problem.

Writing Is A Demanding Profession And A Selfish One. And Because It Is Selfish And Demanding, Because It Is Compulsive And Exacting, I Didn't Embrace It. I Succumbed To It.

Emmies, For Example, Most Of That's Bullshit. Oscars Are Even Worse. We Have A Strange, Terrible Affliction In This Town. Everybody Walks Around Bent-backed From Slapping Each Other On The Backs So Much. It Looks Like Arthritis But It Isn't. It's Hunger For Recognition. And It's Sort Of Like, Well, I'll Scratch You This Time If You'll Scratch Me Next Time. That Kind Of Thing.

You're Looking At A Species Of Flimsy Little Two-legged Animals With Extremely Small Heads Whose Name Is Man...very Tiny Undeveloped Brain; Comes From Primitive Planet Named Earth. Calls Himself 'samuel Conrad'. And He Will Remain Here In His Cage With The Running Water And The Electricity And The Central Heat- As Long As He Lives. Samuel Conrad Has Found The Twilight Zone.