You Either Care Or You Don’t.

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.

I Don't Think That Writers Or Painters Or Filmmakers Function Because They Have Something They Particularly Want To Say. They Have Something That They Feel. And They Like The Art Form; They Like Words, Or The Smell Of Paint, Or Celluloid And Photographic Images And Working With Actors. I Don't Think That Any Genuine Artist Has Ever Been Oriented By Some Didactic Point Of View, Even If He Thought He Was.

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.

How Does Anybody Ever Think Of Anything?

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.