Once a month the sky falls on my head, I come to, and I see another movie I want to make.
Spielberg’s non-combative vitality infects everyone he works with. Says Richard Donner: “Steven is over your shoulder the whole time. He always bows to you because you’re the director, but he’s got so many good ideas that you want to grab every one of them. It’s as if he’s 17 going on 18. Next year he’s going to learn to drive.”
The drive is there already, four on the floor, nonstop. “I dream for a living,” Spielberg explains. “Once a month the sky falls on my head, I come to, and I see another movie I want to make. Sometimes I think I’ve got ball bearings for brains; these ideas are slipping and sliding across each other all the time. My problem is that my imagination won’t turn off. I wake up so excited I can’t eat breakfast. I’ve never run out of energy. It’s not like OPEC oil; I don’t worry about a premium going on my energy. It’s just always been there. I got it from my mom.”