I see a world in the future in which we understand that all life is related to us and we treat that life with great humility and respect.
Wine, it's in my veins and I can't get it out.
I'll just take amusement at being a paradox.
Like the seasons of the year, life changes frequently and drastically. You enjoy it or endure it as it comes and goes, as it ebbs and flows.
All my life, to this day, the memory of my childhood remains grim and incoherent. If I close my eyes and think back, I see little except violence and fear. In those early years, I somehow came to understand I would have to draw from within myself whatever emotional resources I needed to go wherever I was headed. As a result, for years, I became a boy who lived almost totally within himself.
I was born a character actor. I was never really a leading man type.
Franchot Tone is nuttier than a fruitcake, so don't let the genteel frosting fool you.
There are certain protective forces in the universe that do watch over us, but the innocent die too.
The photograph. . . is not a picture of something, but is an object about something.
When you are young, you always expect that the world is going to end. And then you get older and the world still chugs along and you are forced to re-evaluate your stance on the apocalypse as well as your own relationship to time and death. You realize that the world will indeed continue, with or without you, and the pictures you see in your head. So you try to understand the pictures instead.
Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.