The smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.
What business does memory have with time?
Weren't movies his generation's faith anyway--its true religion? Wasn't the theater our temple, the one place we enter separately but emerge from two hours later together, with the same experience, sa...
This is a love story, Michael Deane says. But, really, what isn’t? Doesn’t the detective love the mystery, or the chase, or the nosy female reporter, who is even now being held against her wishes at a...
Technology may have shrunk the epic journey to a couple of short car rides and regional jet legs—four states and twelve hundred miles traversed in an afternoon—but true quests aren’t measured in time...
You broke up two marriages, and faked a young woman’s illness, and bribed her to get an abortion—all in the first chapter—
Bir yazar yüceliğe ulaşmak için dört şeye ihtiyaç duyar Pasquale: Arzu, hüsran ve deniz. Üç etti ama.Alvis şarabını bitirdi. Hüsranı iki kere sayacaksın.
Here she was, barely twenty-eight, working on a studio lot, not doing what she’d dreamed, exactly, but doing what people did in this business: taking meetings, reading scripts, and hearing pitches—pre...
Couldn't you outgrow the little-girl fantasy? Couldn't love be gentler, smaller, quiter, not quite all-consuming?
Our lives have a way of eddying back on themselves, offering us the same view over and over, daring us to get it right just once.
If you want to make art, go get a job at the Loov-rah.
What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he is dead?
He wished he could reassure his mother: a man wants many things in life, but when one of them is also the right thing, he would be a fool not to choose it.
On any given day in Spokane, Washington, there are more adult men per capita riding children's BMX bikes than in any other city in the world.
You don't really want my side of the story. You don't want to understand me, know me, to crawl inside of my head. You don't want to feel the things I've felt. You just want to know that one thing: why...
Words and emotions are simple currencies. If we inflate them, they lose their value, just like money. They begin to mean nothing. Use 'beautiful' to describe a sandwich and the word means nothing. Sin...
A hole opened up and he had to know what was inside it. So he picked and picked until the hole was huge, and then everything sort of... fell in, him, his wife, his kid, and this fragile life they'd bu...
„Listen, Richard says, „unless you're about to inherit some money, what we're talking about here is irreversible, fatal. You have fiscal Ebola, Matt. You are bleeding out through your nose and your mo...
No one gets to tell you what your life means!
In fact, he talked about his painful and insidious cancer so plainly and without affect that to this day, I consider matter-of-factness a form of courage.
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