I Don't Know What My Friends Do.

I Guess Requiem For A Heavyweight As Old As It Is Was As Honest A Piece As I've Ever Done.

Ideas Come From The Earth. They Come From Every Human Experience That You’ve Either Witnessed Or Have Heard About, Translated Into Your Brain In Your Own Sense Of Dialogue, In Your Own Language Form. Ideas Are Born From What Is Smelled, Heard, Seen, Experienced, Felt, Emotionalized. Ideas Are Probably In The Air, Like Little Tiny Items Of Ozone.

Imagination... Its Limits Are Only Those Of The Mind Itself.

Star Trek, I Thought, Was A Very Inconsistent Show, Which At Times Sparkled With True Ingenuity And Pure Science Fiction Approaches, And Other Times Was More Carnival-like, And Very Much More The Creature Of Television Than The Creature Of A Legitimate Literary Form.

I'm Afraid That If I Started To Ponder Who I Am And What I Am, I Might Not Like What I Find.