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In This World, There Is A Kind Of Painful Progress. Longing For What We've Left Behind, And Dreaming Ahead.

I'm Happy That I Feel A Little Less Out Of Place In Filmmaking Than I Once Was - But It's Almost Impossible For A Playwright In The U.s. To Make A Living. You Can Have A Play, Like I Did With 'angels,' And It Still Generates Income For Me, But It's Not Enough For Me To Live On And Have Health Insurance.

Real Love Isn't Ever Ambivalent.

Justice Precedes Beauty. Without Justice, Beauty Is Impossible, An Obscenity. And When Beauty Has Gone, What Does A Cameraman Do With His Eye?

Imagination Can't Create Anything New, Can It? It Only Recycles Bits And Pieces From The World And Reassembles Them Into Visions... So When We Thing We've Escaped The Unbearable Ordinariness And, Well, Untruthfulness Of Our Lives, It's Really Only The Same Old Ordinariness And Falseness Rearranged Into The Appearance Of Novelty And Truth. Nothing Unknown Is Knowable.