We're all part of a long continuum. To lose a sense of history, you've got no ground under your feet. Everything is a fad. There s no yesterday in America. It s now, then it s gone.
American life is just about dealing with the brush fire of the day, the panic of now.
Gilliam whips his eyes back and forth across the room, surveying a breaking thunderstorm just outside the 14th floor of his Beverly Hills suite. Then, as the rain starts falling, a slight warning crackles in his demoniac eyes. Gilliam proclaims, with a regal flourish of his hand, nearly knocking over his Frappacino. It is here. That laugh again.