I keep wondering if there is an afterlife, and if there is will they be able to break a twenty?

Geez, I should stop ruining my life searching for answers I'm never gonna get, and just enjoy it while it lasts.

One man starving puts a crimp in my evening.

Why not? Life is short, life is dull, life is full of pain - and this is a chance for something special.

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.

Life is horrible, but it is not relentlessly black from wire to wire. You can sit down and hear a Mozart symphony, or you can watch the Marx Brothers, and this will give you a pleasant escape for a while. And that is about the best that you can do.

The movie is usually, for me, something organic that grows all the time. I sit home and write it, and I'm in an isolated, four-walled environment, and I don't know what's going on. I just write it, and it's appearing in my head in some idealized way where every single moment works, and every little thing is perfect, because it's in my head.