It's Not A Filmmaker's Job

Being With An Insanely Jealous Person Is Like Being In The Room With A Dead Mammoth.

All The Theories That Acting Is Reacting To Imaginary Circumstances As Though They Are Real, And Directing Is Turning Psychology Into Behavior, Those Are All Stabs At Something That Can't Be Taught. All The Great Actors Can't Talk About What They Do, And They Don't Want To Begin To Talk About It. They Just Do It.

That Seems To Me The Greatest American Danger We're All In, That We'll Bargain Away The Experience Of Being Alive For The Appearance Of It.

It's Not A Filmmaker's Job To Explain His Technique But To Tell His Story The Best Way He Can.

Will We Allow The Decline Of Our Language-the Language Of Shakespeare, Shaw And Steinbeck? Will We Abuse Our Precious Gift Of Communication? Will We Bite Our Mother Tongue With The Teeth Of Indifference, Crushing The Taste Buds Of Clarity And, Without Prompt Application Of The Antiseptic Of Education, Causing The Gangrene Of Strained Metaphors? Stand Up, America, And Let Me Hear Your Answer: Ain't No Way, Dude!