The Concentration Camp Is The Final Expression

Memory Inevitably Romanticizes, Pressing Reality To Recede Like Pain.

I Regard The Theatre As A Serious Business, One That Makes Or Should Make Man More Human, Which Is To Say, Less Alone.

And Old Dave, He'd Go Up To His Room, Y'understand, Put On His Green Velvet Slippers - I'll Never Forget - And Pick Up His Phone And Call The Buyers, And Without Leaving His Room, At The Age Of Eighty-four, He Made His Living. And When I Saw That, I Realized That Selling Was The Greatest Career A Man Could Want.

The Camera Has Its Own Kind Of Consciousness; In The Lens The Garden Of Eden Itself Would Become Ever So Slightly Too Perfect.

Success, Instead Of Giving Freedom Ofchoice, Becomes A Way Of Life.