All the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.

Imagine a plague you catch through your ears.

You’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You’ve brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living. But… If I destroy you and your dreck script, and I still exist… then my existence will be glorious, for I will become my own master.

Without animals, there would be no humanity. In a world of just people, people will mean nothing . . .

If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.

Stanislavski was right, you can find fresh pain every time you discover what you pretty much already know.

A good story should change the way you see the world.