When I hear the words 'activist filmmaking,' I think of somebody who's an activist, who wants to prove a particular point.
I am Abhorsen. . . " He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, "Father of Sabriel
I suppose you could call me. . . Soot," said the thing. "Yes. . . Soot. I have breathed it, lived in it, and eaten it for so long that it is a fitting name. " "Eaten it?" asked Suzy. "Why eat soot?" "Boredom," said Soot.
Unhand my tail!" squealed the Will.
I am not going to change who I am. I am human and I know how to love, and be kind, and be compassionate to those who are weaker than me. Just because I have power doesn't mean I have to use it!
It's always better to be doing.
If only Sam could have stayed just like the Dog, she thought. A comforting friend without the complication of romantic interest. There had to be something she could do to completely discourage him, short of throwing up, or making herself totally unattractive. "I'm thirty-five," she said at last.
And if I should leave you, for any reason," he added, tightening his grip as she struggled to free her hand, "I will return to you. That is as certain as the sun rising tomorrow morning and the thunderbolt falling tomorrow night. That is as sure as the god's existence. I will come back to you, or I will find you - over and over again, as often as we are parted, until the end of the world itself.
What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
I wouldn't change one thing about my professional life, and I make it a point not to dwell on my mistakes
I've found that music allows years to fold like an accordion over each other, so I guess you don't feel the passage of time as much.