The dreams are the skeleton of all reality.
You are perfectly entitled to invent your life and to claim that it's true.
As I look back, I see that life is like a game of solitaire and every once in a while there is a move.
The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.
One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.
A film writer is very much like a party girl. While you're good-looking and still unlined, the possibilities seem endless. But your appeal doesn't last long and you're quickly discarded.