The Writer Is All Alone.

I Know My Father And My Mother, But Beyond That I Cannot Go. My Ancestry Is Blurred.

Africa Is Not A Fun Place, You Know. A Fun Place Is Somewhere That Lifts The Spirits, That Cossets The Senses. I Don't Think That Can Be Said Of The Africa I Traveled In.

The First 50 Years Of The Cinema Were Absolutely Great Years. Original Minds Were At Work Establishing The Ways To Tell A Story. And What Is Happening Now Is A Copying, A Pastiche-ing Of What Was Done By Great Men.

Judgment Is Contained In The Act Of Trying To Understand.

Home Is, I Suppose Just A Child's Idea. A House At Night, And A Lamp In The House. A Place To Feel Safe.