There Are A Lot I'm Proud Of,

I Would Guess That Ray Bradbury Would Be Equally Resentful Of What They Did With Illustrated Man, Which, You Know, Took A Central Idea Thesis Of His And Pissed All Over It - Made It Into One Of The Worst Movies Ever Made.

In Terms Of Screenwriting Adaptations It's Trying To Cut Out Stuff That's Extraneous, Without Doing Damage To The Original Piece, Because You Owe A Debt Of Some Respect To The Original Author. That's Why It Was Bought.

A Word To The Wise To All The Children Of The Twentieth Century, Whether Their Concern Be Pediatrics Or Geriatrics, Whether They Crawl On Hands And Knees And Wear Diapers Or Walk With A Cane And Comb Their Beards. There's A Wondrous Magic To Christmas, And There's A Special Power Reserved For Little People. In Short, There's Nothing Mightier Than The Meek, And A Merry Christmas To Each And All.

I Think I Would Like To Be In Victorian Times. Small Town. Bandstands. Summer. That Kind Of Thing. Without Disease.

I Suppose We Think Euphemistically That All Writers Write Because They Have Something To Say That Is Truthful And Honest And Pointed And Important. And I Suppose I Subscribe To That, Too. But God Knows When I Look Back Over Thirty Years Of Professional Writing, I'm Hard-pressed To Come Up With Anything That's Important. Some Things Are Literate, Some Things Are Interesting, Some Things Are Classy, But Very Damn Little Is Important.