“In my father’s words, ‘There should be more riots and more violence.’ Street fighting aside, I have a word of advice for campus radicals, if there are any left. Don’t it piss you off when a fine and concerned professor is dismissed? Don’t it piss you off when land is misappropriated? Ain’t it just terrible when a playground is canceled? Wake up. What about the secret research being done for the government on almost every campus? You must realize that it is secret because they don’t want you to know what they are doing. A pox on burning R.O.T.C., they’ll just build another one. Get those papers. They can’t rebuild the truth once it’s out. And the next time you get caught in a riot, start yelling (from a safe place preferably; I may be crazy but I’m no fool) at everybody. ‘Are you gonna take that shit offa him?’ Lotta people going to to put me down for that remark but don’t worry, Jack, I get my licks in when I can, and after all, riots are just roughhousing and I don’t like getting my head busted for merely fomenting temporary unrest. Sometimes they go for the collarbone, too, and I can just imagine how that feels. Besides, collarbones are sexy.”—WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS, JR. (1947–1981) "Kentucky Ham" (1973)
One day I got so tired of being asked which film is “the best.” Since I had been to film school, and still dreamed of making films while working as a photographer (among other things), I guess the logic was that I should know. The question is, of course, nonsense, and so is the thought that I would know better than anyone else, but I felt it would be good to have a quick standard answer to it. So I decided to say Kubrick’s ‘Dr. Strangelove.’ Still do.