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New York Was The Only Really Hostile City. Perhaps There Is A Certain Element Of The Lumpen Literati That Is So Dogmatically Atheist And Materialist And Earth-bound That It Finds The Grandeur Of Space And The Myriad Mysteries Of Cosmic Intelligence Anathema.

How Could We Possibly Appreciate The Mona Lisa If Leonardo Had Written At The Bottom Of The Canvas: 'the Lady Is Smiling Because She Is Hiding A Secret From Her Lover.' This Would Shackle The Viewer To Reality, And I Don't Want This To Happen To 2001.

Everything Has Changed, But The Process Of Telling A Story Has Not Changed. It's Like Cavemen Sitting Around The Fire; Somebody's Going To Tell The Story. Somebody Is Drawing On The Wall. You're Communicating. You're Trying To Learn And Teach At The Same Time. You're Your Own Student And You're Your Own Teacher, But The Process Is Of The Communicating.

The Dead Know Only One Thing, It Is Better To Be Alive

Be Suspicious Of People Who Have, Or Crave, Power. Never, Ever Go Near Power. Don't Become Friends With Anyone Who Has Real Power. It's Dangerous.