It’s possible for me to make a bad movie out of a good script, but I can’t make a good movie from a bad script.
It is the possibilities of happiness, intelligence and power that give life its sanctity, and they are absent in the case of a poor, misshapen, paralyzed, unthinking creature.
If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.