You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… the Twilight Zone.

I'm afraid that if I started to ponder who I am and what I am, I might not like what I find.

Ideas are born from what is smelled, heard, seen, experienced, felt, emotionalized.

Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.

The ultimate obscenity is not caring, not doing something about what you feel, not feeling! Just drawing back and drawing in; becoming narcissistic.

I would guess that the price of the script really is secondary. The credit is much more the essence.

This highway leads to the shadowy tip of reality: you're on a through route to the land of the different, the bizarre, the unexplainable...Go as far as you like on this road. Its limits are only those of mind itself. Ladies and Gentlemen, you're entering the wondrous dimension of imagination. . . Next stop The Twilight Zone.