“Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditoriu…” — Rod Serling

Imagination... its limits are only those of the mind itself.

It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it appears.

It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.

There are weapons that are simply thoughts. For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy.