The Accusation Is Always On

A Man Without Enemies Is A Man Without Character.

Where The Hell Are The Singing Cats?

I Just Hope When My Body Goes, Or When My Mind Does, I Have The Guts To End It The Way Hemingway Did. I Don't Want Anybody Wiping Drool Off My Chin.

There Are Many Ingredients That Go Into Making A Film. It Baffles Me, What Works And What Doesn't.

We Are Such Spendthrifts With Our Lives, The Trick Of Living Is To Slip On And Off The Planet With The Least Fuss You Can Muster. I’m Not Running For Sainthood. I Just Happen To Think That In Life We Need To Be A Little Like The Farmer, Who Puts Back Into The Soil What He Takes Out.