If I Could Change The

The Curtain Rises On A Vast Primitive Wasteland, Not Unlike Certain Parts Of New Jersey.

I Think, On Both Sides Of The Camera Or The Novel: Distraction. I'm Obsessed With: Can I Get This Actress Or My Third Act To Work? I'm Distracted. I'm Interested In That So I Don't Sit Home And Think, "gee, Life Is Meaningless. We're All Going To Die. The Universe Is Pulling Apart At Breakneck Speed."

The Heart Is A Very, Very Resilient Little Muscle. It Really Is.

Existence For Eternity Could Get A Little Boring... Especially Towards The End.

All Things Are Possible, Except Skiing Through A Revolving Door.