But we are mostly what we are, and the turtle stretching toward delicious buds on high does not lighten his carapace by his resolve.

Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. "More weight," he says. And died.

. . usually, the biggest problems of adapting plays into screenplays is that they stick too close to the play, and I think film is a completely different medium. I think a novel is much closer to a film.

There are many who stay away from church these days because you hardly ever mention God any more.

Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

The enemy is within, and within stays within, and we can't get out of within.

Oh,Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.