For however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable I.

I was supposed to have a script, and had mislaid it. I was supposed to hear cues, and no longer did. I was meant to know the plot, but all I knew was what I saw: flash pictures in variable sequence, images with no 'meaning' beyond their temporary arrangement, not a movie but a cutting-room experience.

We were that generation called silent, but we were silent neither, as some thought, because we shared the period's official optimism nor, as others thought, because we feared its official repression. We were silent because the exhilaration of social action seemed to many of us just one more way of escaping the personal, of masking for a while that dread of the meaningless which was man's fate.

The ability to think for one's self depends upon one's mastery of the language.

Information is control.

When the ground starts moving, all bets are off.

Everything goes. I am working very hard at not thinking about how everything goes.