When Shakespeare Was Writing, He

You Had A Choice: You Could Either Strain And Look At Things That Appeared In Front Of You In The Fog, Painful As It Might Be, Or You Could Relax And Lose Yourself

But The Rest Are Even Scared To Open Up And Laugh. You Know, That's The First Thing That Got Me About This Place, That There Wasn't Anybody Laughing. I Haven't Heard A Real Laugh Since I Came Through That Door, Do You Know That? Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

The Job Is To Seek Mystery, Evoke Mystery, Plant A Garden In Which Strange Plants Grow And Mysteries Bloom. The Need For Mystery Is Greater Than The Need For An Answer.

It Is Bad To Suppress Laughter. It Goes Back Down To Your Hips. Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

The Job Of The Writer Is To Kiss No Ass, No Matter How Big And Holy And White And Tempting And Powerful.