The woman that deliberates is lost.
A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mouth of the ocean.
It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.
Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we spoon to our babies.
And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.
i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.
I think fiction can help us find everything. You know, I think that in fiction you can say things and in a way be truer than you can be in real life and truer than you can be in non-fiction. There's an accuracy to fiction that people don't really talk about - an emotional accuracy.
[As] authorities "over" us are removed, as we wobble out on our own, the question of whether to be or not to be arises with real relevance for the first time, since the burden of being is felt most fully by the self-determining self.
In the South they don't mind how close I get, so long as I don't get too big. In the North they don't mind how big I get, so long as I don't get too close.
I felt very comfortable on a set - incredibly comfortable on a set, which is a real gift because that can be hugely intimidating.