I really like oysters, and I won't eat them alone. They're just a weird thing to eat by … - Katie Aselton

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Nature is a light, and by looking at Nature in her own light we will understand her. Visible Nature can be seen in her visible light; invisible Nature will become visible if we acquire the power to perceive her in her inner light.

Katie Aselton

I really like oysters, and I won't eat them alone. They're just a weird thing to eat by yourself.

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When you're generating your own stuff, you can never have too much money around, because you've already sacrificed so much and cut your budget so much that everything's taking a hit.

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When you start using more expensive cameras, everything around it gets more expensive, which is something we hadn't necessarily taken into account beforehand. Your lighting package gets way more expensive, and then coloring it is going to be more expensive. So I think all of that will essentially be cushioning our camera package. Budgets beget budgets, and expenses beget expenses.

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