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It Is Difficult To Produce A Television Documentary That Is Both Incisive And Probing When Every Twelve Minutes One Is Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits Singing About Toilet Paper.

If Survival Calls For The Bearing Of Arms, Bear Them You Must. But The Most Important Part Of The Challenge Is For You To Find Another Means That Does Not Come With The Killing Of Your Fellow Man.

Ideas Come From The Earth. They Come From Every Human Experience That You’ve Either Witnessed Or Have Heard About, Translated Into Your Brain In Your Own Sense Of Dialogue, In Your Own Language Form. Ideas Are Born From What Is Smelled, Heard, Seen, Experienced, Felt, Emotionalized. Ideas Are Probably In The Air, Like Little Tiny Items Of Ozone.

I Think Willa Cather Did A Short Story Called "paul's Case," And In It, When He Finally Commits Suicide, It Says, "he Surrendered To The Black Design Of Things." And That's What I Anticipate Death Will Be: A Totally Unconscious Void In Which You Float Through Eternity With No Particular Consciousness Of Anything. I Think Once Around Is Enough. I Don't Want To Start It All Over Again.

There Is Nothing In The Dark That Isn't There When The Lights Are On.