I Don't Have Any System. I Dictate

I Think I Would Like To Be In Victorian Times. Small Town. Bandstands. Summer. That Kind Of Thing. Without Disease.

Why Do I Write? I Guess That's Been Asked Of Every Writer. I Don't Know. It Isn't Any Massive Compulsion.

How Can You Put On A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper?

I Was Deeply Interested In Conveying What Is A Deeply Felt Conviction Of My Own. This Is Simply To Suggest That Human Beings Must Involve Themselves In The Anguish Of Other Human Beings. This, I Submit To You, Is Not A Political Thesis At All. It Is Simply An Expression Of What I Would Hope Might Be Ultimately A Simple Humanity For Humanity's Sake.

If The Producer Doesn't Like You, Consequently He Reads The Script With A Very Negative View. But I Wouldn't Preoccupy Myself With That, I Don't Give A Damn. You Can Be A Hunchback And A Dwarf And Whatall.