We Don't Want To Start

If I Can't Really Find A Way To Live With Myself, I Can't Expect Anyone Else To Live With Me.

Some Forms Of Reality Are So Horrible We Refuse To Face Them, Unless We Are Trapped Into It By Comedy. To Label Any Subject Unsuitable For Comedy Is To Admit Defeat.

Ecstatic Over The Total Annihilation Of The Earth, Dr. Strangelove "resurrects" Himself, Miraculously Regaining His Ability To Walk. His Mechanical, Robot-like Body Rises Out Of His Wheelchair, Crying Exultantly: "sir! I Have A Plan. Heh." (he Realizes He Is Standing Up.) "mein Fuehrer, I Can Walk!"

I Feel Ghostly Unreal Until I Become Somebody Else Again On The Screen.

I Writhe When I See Myself On The Screen. I'm Such A Dreadfully Clumsy Hulking Image. I Say To Myself, "why Doesn't He Get Off? Why Doesn't He Get Off?" I Mean, I Look Like Such An Idiot. Some Fat Awkward Thing Dredged Up From Some Third-rate Drama Company. I Must Stop Thinking About It, Otherwise I Shan't Be Able To Go On Working.