(on Being Born On Christmas Day, 1924)

Most Screenplays, Most Motion Pictures, Owe Much More To The Screenplay. Ingmar Bergman Has Such An Economy Of Language, So Little Language In His Piece, It Is So Visual, His Moods Are Introduced And Buttressed By Camera Rather Than By Word Or Character. But Again, That's Unique.

Somewhere Between Apathy And Anarchy Lies The Thinking Human Being.

I Don't Think It's Man's Function To Write. I Don't Think It's A Normal Thing Like Teeth-brushing And Going To The Bathroom. It's A Supered Position On The Animal.

How Can You Put Out A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper? No Dramatic Art Form Should Be Dictated And Controlled By Men Whose Training And Instincts Are Cut Of An Entirely Different Cloth. The Fact Remains That These Gentlemen Sell Consumer Goods, Not An Art Form.

There Is Nothing In The Dark That Isn't There When The Lights Are On.