I Don't Know What My Friends Do.

Emmies, For Example, Most Of That's Bullshit. Oscars Are Even Worse. We Have A Strange, Terrible Affliction In This Town. Everybody Walks Around Bent-backed From Slapping Each Other On The Backs So Much. It Looks Like Arthritis But It Isn't. It's Hunger For Recognition. And It's Sort Of Like, Well, I'll Scratch You This Time If You'll Scratch Me Next Time. That Kind Of Thing.

Somehow, Some Way, Incredibly Enough, Good Writing Ultimately Gets Recognized. If You're A Really Good Writer And Deserve That Honored Position, Then By God, You'll Write, And You'll Be Read.

I Was Deeply Interested In Conveying What Is A Deeply Felt Conviction Of My Own. This Is Simply To Suggest That Human Beings Must Involve Themselves In The Anguish Of Other Human Beings. This, I Submit To You, Is Not A Political Thesis At All. It Is Simply An Expression Of What I Would Hope Might Be Ultimately A Simple Humanity For Humanity's Sake.

How Can You Put On A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper?

If You Write Beautifully, You Write Beautifully, That's All.