You'll find that great artists don't love, live, fuck or even die like ordinary people. Because they always have their art. It nourishes them more than any connection to people. Whatever human tragedy...
We're living longer, we social network alone with our , and our depth of feeling gets shallower. Soon it'll be nothing but a tide pool, then a thimble of water, then a .
The days shuffled by like bland schoolgirls. I didn’t notice their individual faces, only their basic uniform: day and night, day and night.I had no patience for showers or balanced meals. I did a lot...
Love? Dopamine released in the brain, which gets depleted over time, leaving contempt.
Magic was all fun and games until you had the H-bomb of spell materials on the bottom of your shoes.
Man's wobbly little mind isn't equipped for hauling around the great unknowns.
They looked happy, but, of course, that didn't say much.
Maybe she was really good at improv. I couldn't be certain she was nineteen or that her name really was Nora Halliday. Maybe she was like one of those sweaters with an innocent little thread hanging o...
Millions of people walked through their lives numb, dying to feel something, to feel alive. To be chosen by Cordova for a film was an opportunity for just that, not simply for fame and fortune, but to...
Moe was a triple threat.He could sing, dance, and act?She shook her head. He could speak Armenian, saddle break a stallion, and pass for a female in drag.
Mortal fear is as crucial a thing to our lives as love. It cuts to the core of our being and shows us what we are. Will you step back and cover your eyes? Or will you have the strength to walk to the...
Most people ended up, after only a couple of months, far, far away from where they'd intended to go, stuck in some barbed underbrush of a quagmire when they'd meant to head straight to the ocean.
Mr. Archer being EARTH FRIENDLY was APPARATUS HOSTILE.
My films are just stories, but that’s all we have, the stories we tell others and the stories we tell ourselves. When you talk to the elderly, men and women at the end of their lives, you see that’s w...
Mögest du für die Wahrheit kämpfen -, für deine eigene Wahrheit, nicht für die Wahrheit anderer
Somewhere in a woman's room there is always something, an object, a detail, that is her, wholly and unapologetic.
We swear we see each other, but all we are ever able to make out is a tiny porthole view of an ocean. We think we remember the past, but our memories are as fantastic and flimsy as dreams. It's so eas...
Take as much care with words expressing your sentiments as you will crafting your doctoral dissertation.
Nora, biting her lip, pointed at the small end table on my right, where there was a black-and-white photograph in an antique silver frame. It was Olivia standing with her husband, Knightly, probably s...
Sometimes people surprise the hell outta you. Sometimes they can tear your heart out and turn it to putty, can’t they?
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