I Remember When We Were Doing The First Dragon's Lair, I Got Really Involved With Coming Up With All The Little Rooms And What Was The Danger In The Room And Going Into It With Bats And Spiders And Snakes.
I'm Still At The Beginning Of My Career. It's All A Little New, And I'm Still Learning As I Go
As A Friend Of Mine, Herself A Writer, Says, 'people Who Spend The Most Meaningful Hours Of Their Lives In The Exclusive Company Of Imaginary People Are Apt To Be A Little Strange'
Sometimes A Wild Horse Needs To Feel That His Rider Is Just A Little Bit Wilder.
Horror Does Not Interest Me, And So I Know Little Of Its Practicioners, Old Or Current
If Nothing Were Substituted For Everything, It Would Still Be Too Much And Too Little.
But My Silence Is Real. If I Hid It From You, You Would Find It Again A Little Farther On.
I'm Old Enough To Remember The Days When You Spoke To One Person From One Outlet And That Was The Conversation. But Now What Happens Is You Speak To People And What You Say Gets Translated Into Portuguese, Then Into Mandarin, Through A German Prism And Then Back Into English And Bears Little To No Resemblance Between - To The Exchange Or - That You Had Initially With The Journalist Or To What You Originally Said.
