No One Ever Confides A Secret To

Speech, Tennis, Music, Skiing, Manners, Love- You Try Them Waking And Perhaps Balk At The Jump, And Then You're Over. You've Caught The Rhythm Of Them Once And For All, In Your Sleep At Night. The City, Of Course, Can Wreck It. So Much Insomnia. So Many Rhythms Collide. The Salesgirl, The Landlord, The Guests, The Bystanders, Sixteen Varieties Of Social Circumstance In A Day. Everyone Has The Power To Call Your Whole Life Into Question Here. Too Many People Have Access To Your State Of Mind. Some People Are Indifferent To Dislike, Even Relish It. Hardly Anyone I Know.

That 'writers Write' Is Meant To Be Self-evident. People Like To Say It. I Find It Is Hardly Ever True. Writers Drink. Writers Rant. Writers Phone. Writers Sleep. I Have Met Very Few Writers Who Write At All.

There Are Times When Every Act, No Matter How Private And Unconscious, Becomes Political.

The Motion Picture Is Like Journalism In That, More Than Any Of The Other Arts, It Confers Celebrity. Not Just On People - On Acts, And Objects, And Places, And Ways Of Life. The Camera Brings A Kind Of Stardom To Them All. I Therefore Doubt That Film Can Ever Argue Effectively Against Its Own Material: That A Genuine Antiwar Film, Say, Can Be Made On The Basis Of Even The Ugliest Battle Scenes ... No Matter What Filmmakers Intend, Film Always Argues Yes.

My Capacity For Having A Good Time Exists. It Surfaces, However, On Odd Occasions.