Making a film, I've learned, can be an exhausting process, due to the need for backing, distribution, etc.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.

I can't believe the world was created in six days. I do not take Genesis or Revelation literally. I AM OUT. I am alone. I am an outsider for Christ. I will study my Bible, and pray to God in private and alone. I have no other choice.

There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?