In The End It All Came Down

I Don't Think There's A Shortage Of Material In The World. Or In My Head. I Just Pray For Continued Good Health, Because I've Got Other Stories To Tell.

You Use Simple Brushstrokes In A Screenplay For Things Over Which You Would Take Much Greater Pains In A Novel.

To His Surprise He Also Discovered That It Was Possible To Be Good At What You Had Little Interest In, Just As It Had Been Possible To Be Bad At Something, Whether Painting Or Poetry, That You Cared About A Great Deal.

Were It Not For Occam's Razor, Which Always Demands Simplicity, I'd Be Tempted To Believe That Human Beings Are More Influenced By Distant Causes Than Immediate Ones. This Would Especially Be True Of Overeducated People, Who Are Capable Of Thinking Past The Immediate, Of Becoming Obsessed By The Remote. It's The Old Stuff, The Conflicts We've Never Come To Terms With, That Sneaks Up On Us, Half Forgotten, Insisting Upon Action.

If My Career Continues Along Its Current Arc, People Will Probably Look At Me And See A Writer Who Is Obsessed With The Relationship Between Rich And Poor And With How The Rich Somehow Or Other Always Manage To Betray The Poor, Even When They Don't Mean To.