Infinitely More Taboos, On Television.

If You Want To Prove That God Is Not Dead, First Prove That Man Is Alive.

I'm A Western-cultured Man Who Subscribes To The Ancient Saw That Men Do Not Cry, I Don't Cry Either. I'll Go To A Movie, For Example, And Not Infrequently Something Triggers The Urge To Weep, But I Don't Allow Myself.

This Is, If Not A Lifetime Process, It's Awfully Close To It. The Writer Broadens, Becomes Deeper, Becomes More Observant, Becomes More Tempered, Becomes Much Wiser Over A Period Time Passing. It Is Not Something That Is Injected Into Him By A Needle. It Is Not Something That Comes On A Wave Of Flashing, Explosive Light One Night And Say, 'huzzah! Eureka! I've Got It!' And Then Proceeds To Write The Great American Novel In Eleven Days. It Doesn't Work That Way. It's A Long, Tedious, Tough, Frustrating Process, But Never, Ever Be Put Aside By The Fact That It's Hard.

I'm Frequently Surprised, Sometimes Bugged Off, And Sometimes Happy, Depending On The Actor. It's A Fact Of Life That Just As Often As Not An Actor Can Breathe Life Into A Line As He Can Destroy It By Misinterpretation, And I've Been Blessed Frequently By Having Good Actors.

For The Record, Prejudices Can Kill, And Suspicion Can Destroy, And A Thoughtless Frightened Search For A Scapegoat Has A Fallout All Its Own For The Children, And The Children Yet Unborn. And The Pity Of It Is That These Things Cannot Be Confined To The Twilight Zone.