I Don't Know What My Friends Do.

I Guess Requiem For A Heavyweight As Old As It Is Was As Honest A Piece As I've Ever Done.

There Is A Fifth Dimension, Beyond That Which Is Known To Man. It Is A Dimension As Vast As Space And As Timeless As Infinity. It Is The Middle Ground Between Light And Shadow, Between Science And Superstition.

I Think The Essence Of The Argument Has Always Been, First Of All, The Guild Doesn't Want Writing On Spec. And That's Been A Major Problem Over The Years. But Obviously, To The Young Writer That's Unfair And It's Discriminatory, And It Can Be Very Hurtful To One's Career.

Emmies, For Example, Most Of That's Bullshit. Oscars Are Even Worse. We Have A Strange, Terrible Affliction In This Town. Everybody Walks Around Bent-backed From Slapping Each Other On The Backs So Much. It Looks Like Arthritis But It Isn't. It's Hunger For Recognition. And It's Sort Of Like, Well, I'll Scratch You This Time If You'll Scratch Me Next Time. That Kind Of Thing.

I Find It Very Difficult To Live Through The Censorship Of Profanity On Television.