Five hundred words a day is what I aim for. And I don't go on to the next chapter until I've polished and polished and polished the one I'm working on.
Write it down in your own handwriting.
This is one bar you should take home.
Something went wrong. It was correct when I studied it.
That's the way it was every time I studied it.
It's hot as hell as can be.
Watch me closely - only one can spoil it.
Even if fathers are more benignly helpful, and even if they spend time with us teaching us what they know, rarely do they tell uswhat they feel. They stand apart emotionally: strong perhaps, maybe caring in a nonverbal, implicit way; but their internal world remains mysterious, unseen, "What are they really like?" we ask ourselves. "What do they feel about us, about the world, about themselves?
In olden times an enemy was sometimes poisoned by a bouquet,--deceit sugar-coated.
For me nature is not landscape, but the dynamism of visual forces.
I met Claxton on the set of The Cincinnati Kid.