There are weapons that are simply thoughts. For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy.

Apparently on the screen I look tall, ageless, and damned close to omniscient-delivering jeopardy-laden warnings through gritted teeth. But when people see me on the street, they say 'by God, this kid is 5 foot 5, he's got a broken nose, and looks about as foreboding as a bank teller on a lunch break.'

In terms of screenwriting adaptations it's trying to cut out stuff that's extraneous, without doing damage to the original piece, because you owe a debt of some respect to the original author. That's why it was bought.

I guess Requiem for a Heavyweight as old as it is was as honest a piece as I've ever done.

Just drawing back and drawing in; becoming narcissistic.

I guess we all have a little vaunting itch for immortality, I guess that must be it.

Writing is a demanding profession and a selfish one. And because it is selfish and demanding, because it is compulsive and exacting, I didn't embrace it. I succumbed to it.