You Either Care Or You Don’t.

If Man Merely Sat Back And Thought About His Impending Termination, And His Terrifying Insignificance And Aloneness In The Cosmos, He Would Surely Go Mad, Or Succumb To A Numbing Sense Of Futility. Why, He Might Ask Himself, Should He Bother To Write A Great Symphony, Or Strive To Make A Living, Or Even To Love Another, When He Is No More Than A Momentary Microbe On A Dust Mote Whirling Through The Unimaginable Immensity Of Space?

Here's To Five Miserable Months On The Wagon And The Irreparable Harm That It's Caused Me.

[making Movies] You're Not Trying To Capture Reality, You're Trying To Capture A Photograph Of Reality.

In His Essay On The Uncanny, Das Unheimliche, Freud Said That The Uncanny Is The Only Feeling Which Is More Powerfully Experienced In Art Than In Life. If The Horror Genre Required Any Justification, I Should Think This Alone Would Serve As Its Credentials.

There's Something In The Human Personality Which Resents Things That Are Clear, And Conversely, Something Which Is Attracted To Puzzles, Enigmas, And Allegories.