God grant that men of principle shall be our principal men.
I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.
An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.
My wound existed before me; I was born to embody it.
A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.
Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.
I learnt that I must never finish a book with nothing else to do.
You fail only if you stop writing.
To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of years, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.
I've done lots of improv things but not a whole movie.