How Does Anybody Ever Think Of Anything?

I Haven't Had One Sexual Thought Since The Court Martial.

Suppose By Chance You Do Get Picked Up. What Have You Done? You Shot A Horse; That Isn't First Degree Murder; In Fact, It Isn't Even Murder; In Fact, I Don't Know What It Is.

The Destruction Of This Planet Would Have No Significance On A Cosmic Scale: To An Observer In The Andromeda Nebula, The Sign Of Our Extinction Would Be No More Than A Match Flaring For A Second In The Heavens: And If That Match Does Blaze In The Darkness There Will Be None To Mourn A Race That Used A Power That Could Have Lit A Beacon In The Stars To Light Its Funeral Pyre. The Choice Is Ours.

You're Constantly Changing Man. But The Film's Not Changing. The Film Stays The Same. That's The Beautiful Aspect Of It.

In His Essay On The Uncanny, Das Unheimliche, Freud Said That The Uncanny Is The Only Feeling Which Is More Powerfully Experienced In Art Than In Life. If The Horror Genre Required Any Justification, I Should Think This Alone Would Serve As Its Credentials.