Fantasy Is The Impossible Made

Writers Vary Tremendously. Was It Tom Wolfe Who Stood Up Or Was It [ernest] Hemingway Who Had To Stand Up? I Don't Know.

Apparently On The Screen I Look Tall, Ageless, And Damned Close To Omniscient-delivering Jeopardy-laden Warnings Through Gritted Teeth. But When People See Me On The Street, They Say 'by God, This Kid Is 5 Foot 5, He's Got A Broken Nose, And Looks About As Foreboding As A Bank Teller On A Lunch Break.'

An Ingmar Bergman Film Would Probably Owe A Sizeable Bulk Of Its Import And Its Direction And Its Quality To The Directorial End And To The Director Because It's Uniquely A Bergman Film. But That Again Is Not The General - No, That's Much More The Exception Than The Rule.

You're Looking At A Species Of Flimsy Little Two-legged Animals With Extremely Small Heads Whose Name Is Man...very Tiny Undeveloped Brain; Comes From Primitive Planet Named Earth. Calls Himself 'samuel Conrad'. And He Will Remain Here In His Cage With The Running Water And The Electricity And The Central Heat- As Long As He Lives. Samuel Conrad Has Found The Twilight Zone.

Someplace Between Apathy And Anarchy Is The Stance Of The Thinking Human Being; He Does Embrace A Cause, He Does Take A Position, And Can't Allow It To Become Business As Usual. Humanity Is Our Business.