In my screenplays - from the very beginning I've always used tape. I talk my screenplays. And then have somebody transcribe them.
. . . she studies to be equal in a world that is no longer surprised at anything
The fatal mistake we make is looking for a paradise that endures. . . This obsession with what lasts causes us to overlook many a fleeting paradise.
People speak because they are afraid of silence. They speak mechanically whether aloud or to themselves. They are intoxicated by this vocal gruel that ensnares every object and every being. They talk about rain and fine weather; they talk about money, about love, about nothing. And even when they are talking about their most exalted love, they use words uttered a hundred times, threadbare phrases.
(. . . ) the translator of prose is the slave of the author and the translator of poetry is his rival.
I get a lot of calls from families and people who have served time and they say, 'Thank you, Sheriff. I hate the tents. ' That's music to my ears.
There are very few courses around Detroit I haven't played
Some guys step on a rake in the dark, and get mad and go punch somebody. Others step on a rake in the dark and fall down laughing at themselves. I know which kind of guy I'd rather be. So do my friends.
Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.