I'm a spoilt brat. I thought I was just going to walk in and make movies. But I'd been my own boss for so long that all of a sudden to be facing a roomful of people who were niggling over every little scene... I just thought I'd go back and draw my comics and have a happy life.
Listen to any musical phrase or rhythm and grasp it as a whole and you thereupon have present in you the image so to speak of the divine knowledge of the temporal order.
