I've always been more comfortable sinking while clutching a good theory than swimming with an ugly fact.

I pray you indulge me for a space, for I am going to set out on a speech which may have some duration, but whose theme may be gleaned from its opening phrase: how dare you.

We Americans have always considered Hollywood, at best, a sinkhole of depraved venality. And, of course, it is. It is not a protective monastery of aesthetic truth. It is a place where everything is incredibly expensive.

Where in the wide history of the world do we find art created by the excessively wealthy, powerful, or educated?

I hate the computer. I hate their spell-check. I won't ever do e-mail.

Luck, if there is such a thing, is either going to favor everyone equally or going to exhibit a preference for the prepared.

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