Each time a friend dies, the present becomes the past, in an instant.
I used to tremble from nerves so badly that the only way I could hold my head steady was to lower my chin practically to my chest and look up at Bogie. That was the beginning of The Look.
If goodness is its own reward, shouldn't we get a little something for being naughty?
Isn't hope an incredible, a wonderfully demented thing?
Legends are all to do with the past and nothing to do with the present.
You can't always be a leading lady.