“Imagination... its limits are only those of the mind itself.” — Rod Serling

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

Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.

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.