It's Only Words... Unless They're True.

Each Culture Has Its Own Form Of Staged Combat, Evolved From Its Particular Method Of Street Fighting And Cleaned Up For Presentation As A Spectacle, E.g. Savate, Cornish Wrestling, Karate, Kung-fu.

I've Always Been More Comfortable Sinking While Clutching A Good Theory Than Swimming With An Ugly Fact.

What We're Trying To Do Is Find Two Or More Shots The Juxtaposition Of Which Will Give Us The Idea.

Anyone Ever Lost In The Wild Knows That Nature Wants You Dead.

Every Reiteration Of The Idea That _nothing Matters_ Debases The Human Spirit. Every Reiteration Of The Idea That There Is No Drama In Modern Life, There Is Only Dramatization, That There Is No Tragedy, There Is Only Unexplained Misfortune, Debases Us. It Denies What We Know To Be True. In Denying What We Know, We Are As A Nation Which Cannot Remember Its Dreams--like An Unhappy Person Who Cannot Remember His Dreams And So Denies That He Does Dream, And Denies That There Are Such Things As Dreams.