I Choose To Think Of

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

You See. No Shock. No Engulfment. No Tearing Assunder. What You Feared Would Come Like An Explosion Is Like A Whisper. What You Thought Was The End Is The Beginning.

Most Shows, Buying Shows, Have A Standard Fee For The First Shot Of The Writer And If You Have A Very Militant Agent, I Suppose He Might Jack It Up Four Percent Or Something. But In Essence, You Sell For What Is The Going Rate.

This Highway Leads To The Shadowy Tip Of Reality: You're On A Through Route To The Land Of The Different, The Bizarre, The Unexplainable...go As Far As You Like On This Road. Its Limits Are Only Those Of Mind Itself. Ladies And Gentlemen, You're Entering The Wondrous Dimension Of Imagination. . . Next Stop The Twilight Zone.

When I Dig Back Through Memory Cells, I Get One Particularly Distinctive Feeling-and That's One Of Warmth, Comfort And Well-being. For Whatever Else I May Have Had, Or Lost, Or Will Find-i've Still Got A Hometown. This, Nobody's Gonna Take Away From Me.