Just Drawing Back And Drawing

This Highway Leads To The Shadowy Tip Of Reality: You're On A Through Route To The Land Of The Different, The Bizarre, The Unexplainable...go As Far As You Like On This Road. Its Limits Are Only Those Of Mind Itself. Ladies And Gentlemen, You're Entering The Wondrous Dimension Of Imagination. . . Next Stop The Twilight Zone.

Over The Long Haul I'd Say That Most Directors I've Worked With Have Been Pretty Sensitive To The Quality Of The Interpreted Scenes.

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.

Do I Want To Start My Own Production Company? No, I Doubt It. I'm Too Old For That. I Don't Want To Start Anything.

Now Death Is With Us In Such Abundance And Hovers Over Us In So Massive A Form That We Don't Have Time To Invent A Mythology, Nor Is Our Creativity Directed Toward Same. Now It's To Prevent Death.