Repeat, Over And Over Again,

If We Could Only Find The Courage To Leave Our Destiny To Chance, To Accept The Fundamental Mystery Of Our Lives, Then We Might Be Closer To The Sort Of Happiness That Comes With Innocence.

Repeat, Over And Over Again, In Case Anyone Forgets It Or Believes The Contrary, That We Do Not Live In The Best Of All Possible Worlds.

Nothing Would Disgust Me More, Morally, Than Receiving An Oscar.

Mystery Is The Essential Element Of Every Work Of Art.

Fortunately, Somewhere Between Chance And Mystery Lies Imagination, The Only Thing That Protects Our Freedom, Despite The Fact That People Keep Trying To Reduce It Or Kill It Off Altogether.