The dream and the film are the juxtaposition of images in order to answer a question.

The secret knowledge is there's nobody home but us chickens. The Constitution was written by a bunch of regular guys who tried to get together and thrash out a contract under which they could get together that would keep people together.

My idea of perfect happiness is a healthy family, peace between nations, and all the critics die.

We're all put to the test... but it never comes in the form or at the point we would prefer, does it?

You know, I once read an interesting book which said that, uh, most people lost in the wilds, they, they die of shame. Yeah, see, they die of shame. 'What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?' And so they sit there and they... die. Because they didn't do the one thing that would save their lives. Thinking.

The correct unit of study is not the play; it is the scene.

I won't ever do e-mail.