He turned into a rhinocerous," Ms. Smirt said. "He does that," Sabrina said.
I envy certain writers, because there are writers who do go into a kind of different zone, where the writing isn't controlled anymore.
I like to point out that people very often confuse the idea that truth is subjective with the fact that truth is perishable.
What's interesting is that Citizen Kane was meant as an anti-fascistanti-capitalist melodrama and for Donald Trump it becomes just another kind of misogynistic claim that misses the point.
There is a documentary element in my films, a very strong documentary element, but by documentary element, I mean an element that's out of control, that's not controlled by me. And that element is the words, the language that people use, what they say in an interview. They're not written, not rehearsed. It's spontaneous, extemporaneous material. People
Truth exists independent of style. It involves all kinds of issues. Properly considered, it's a quest, a pursuit. To say that vérité is more truthful than something that is narrated is just misplaced. Completely wrong. And the fact that people still talk about it as though they're really talking about something. . . it puzzles me greatly. A moment of reflection about it tells you that it makes no sense!
Finding truth involves some kind of activity. As I like to point out, truth isn't handed to you on a platter. It's not something that you get at a cafeteria, where they just put it on your plate. It's a search, a quest, an investigation, a continual process of looking at and looking for evidence, trying to figure out what the evidence means.
That is the true genius of America, a faith in the simple dreams of its people, the insistence on small miracles. That we can say what we think, write what we think, without hearing a sudden knock on the door.
What I hope my liberal friends (and I have more than a few) take from this pontificate is that mercy and truth are never separable in Catholic pastoral life.
The cool things about space is when you put your pants on here, you can put them on two legs at a time.
The machinery of destruction is complete, poised on a hair trigger, waiting for the 'button' to be 'pushed' by some misguided or deranged human being or for some faulty computer chip to send out the instruction to fire. That so much should be balanced on so fine a point--that the fruit of four and a half billion years can be undone in a careless moment--is a fact against which belief rebels.