I'm Not Aware That I Was Consciously

I Have Never Read Horror, Nor Do I Consider The Exorcist To Be Such, But Rather As A Suspenseful Supernatural Detective Story, Or Paranormal Police Procedural.

I Didn't Read The Haunting Of Hill House Until Sometime Early In The 1990's.

I'm Not Aware That I Was Consciously Influenced By Any Director, Though These Things Often Happen Unnoticed, Submerged In The Unconscious.

When The Filter Is Weakened By A Powerful Drug, What We See Is Not Delusion But The Truth.

Every Man That Ever Lived Craved Perfect Happiness, The Detective Poignantly Reflected. But How Can We Have It When We Know We’re Going To Die? Each Joy Was Clouded By The Knowledge It Would End. And So Nature Had Implanted In Us A Desire For Something Unattainable? No. It Couldn’t Be. It Makes No Sense. Every Other Striving Implanted By Nature Had A Corresponding Object That Wasn’t A Phantom. Why This Exception? The Detective Reasoned. It Was Nature Making Hunger When There Wasn’t Any Food. We Continue. We Go On. Thus Death Proved Life.