Reality, Like God And History, Tends To

Watching Old Movies Is Like Spending An Evening With Those People Next Door. They Bore Us, And We Wouldn't Go Out Of Our Way To See Them; We Drop In On Them Because They're So Close. If It Took Some Effort To See Old Movies, We Might Try To Find Out Which Were The Good Ones, And If People Saw Only The Good Ones Maybe They Would Still Respect Old Movies. As It Is, People Sit And Watch Movies That Audiences Walked Out On Thirty Years Ago. Like Lot's Wife, We Are Tempted To Take Another Look, Attracted Not By Evil But By Something That Seems Much More Shameful -- Our Own Innocence.

An Artist Must Either Give Up Art Or Develop.

A Book Might Be Written On The Injustice Of The Just.

Movies Are Our Cheap And Easy Expression, The Sullen Art Of Displaced Persons.

It Seems Likely That Many Of The Young Who Don't Wait For Others To Call Them Artists, But Simply Announce That They Are, Don't Have The Patience To Make Art.