If You Write Beautifully, You

There Is A Fifth Dimension, Beyond That Which Is Known To Man. It Is A Dimension As Vast As Space And As Timeless As Infinity. It Is The Middle Ground Between Light And Shadow, Between Science And Superstition.

I Don't Have Any System. I Dictate A Lot, Through A Machine, And I Also Have A Secretary. But I Used To Type Just Like Everybody Else.

I Don't Think Playing It Safe Constitutes A Retreat, Necessarily. In Other Words, I Don't Think If, By Playing Safe He Means We Are Not Going To Delve Into Controversy, Then If That's What He Means He's Quite Right. I'm Not Going To Delve Into Controversy. Somebody Asked Me The Other Day If This Means That I'm Going To Be A Meek Conformist, And My Answer Is No. I'm Just Acting The Role Of A Tired Non-conformist.

Emmies, For Example, Most Of That's Bullshit. Oscars Are Even Worse. We Have A Strange, Terrible Affliction In This Town. Everybody Walks Around Bent-backed From Slapping Each Other On The Backs So Much. It Looks Like Arthritis But It Isn't. It's Hunger For Recognition. And It's Sort Of Like, Well, I'll Scratch You This Time If You'll Scratch Me Next Time. That Kind Of Thing.

I Don't Feel, God Dictated That I Should Write.