I Try To Please Myself.

I Believe In The Soul ... The Small Of A Woman's Back, The Hanging Curveball, High Fiber, Good Scotch, That The Novels Of Susan Sontag Are Self-indulgent, Overrated Crap. I Believe Lee Harvey Oswald Acted Alone. I Believe There Ought To Be A Constitutional Amendment Outlawing Astroturf And The Designated Hitter. I Believe In The Sweet Spot, Soft-core Pornography, Opening Your Presents Christmas Morning Rather Than Christmas Eve, And I Believe In Long, Slow, Deep, Soft, Wet Kisses That Last Three Days.

Cowboy Movies Aren't Supposed To Be In Vogue. I Still Like Them. You Know, I'm Still Out There Pitching The Hell Out Of Them.

I Dream Of Big Things. I Work For The Small Things. If You're Going To Dream, You Might As Well Dream Big. A Lot Of That Came From My Mother. She Was Adamant About The Work Ethic---about How You Can't Just Dream Things.

If It's Fifty Years From Now And It Still Has The Same Value, That's A Movie.

The Movies Helped Define How I Should Be As A Person.