For Civilization To Survive, The Human Race

There's A Marvelous And Unique Man Named Frank Gilroy. He's The Only Writer I Know Who Absolutely, Pointedly Refuses To Do Any Changes That He Doesn't Feel Are Absolutely Essential And Totally In Keeping With His Own View And Perspective. But Not Too Many Writers Are That Independent And That Strong-willed.

Ideas Come From The Earth. They Come From Every Human Experience That You’ve Either Witnessed Or Have Heard About, Translated Into Your Brain In Your Own Sense Of Dialogue, In Your Own Language Form. Ideas Are Born From What Is Smelled, Heard, Seen, Experienced, Felt, Emotionalized. Ideas Are Probably In The Air, Like Little Tiny Items Of Ozone.

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

In Eleven Or Twelve Years Of Writing, Mike, I Can Lay Claim To At Least This: I Have Never Written Beneath Myself. I Have Never Written Anything That I Didn't Want My Name Attached To. I Have Probed Deeper In Some Scripts And I've Been More Successful In Some Than Others. But All Of Them That Have Been On, You Know, I'll Take My Lick. They're Mine And That's The Way I Wanted Them.

I Don't Believe In Reincarnation. That's A Cop-out, I Know. I Don't Really Want To Be Reincarnated.