A Certain Luxury When You Get To

That Is The Way We Decided To Talk, Free And Easy, Two Young Men Discussing A Boxing Match. That Was The Only Way To Talk. You Couldn't Let Too Much Truth Seep Into Your Conversation, You Couldn't Admit With Your Mouth What Your Eyes Had Seen. If You Opened The Door Even A Centimeter, You Would Smell The Rot Outside And Hear The Screams. You Did Not Open The Door. You Kept Your Mind On The Tasks Of The Day, The Hunt For Food And Water And Something To Burn, And You Saved The Rest For The End Of The War.

And I Didn't Grow Up Wanting To Be A Director. I Grew Up Wanting To Be A Writer, So For Me, That Was Always The Goal - To Be A Novelist, Not A Screenwriter. And I Think, Again, If I Didn't Have The Novels, Maybe I'd Be Much More Frustrated By Not Having Directed Yet.

Talent Must Be A Fanatical Mistress. She's Beautiful; When You're With Her, People Watch You, They Notice. But She Bangs On Your Door At Odd Hours, And She Disappears For Long Stretches, And She Has No Patience For The Rest Of Your Existence; Your Wife, Your Children, Your Friends. She Is The Most Thrilling Evening Of Your Week, But Some Day She Will Leave You For Good. One Night, After She's Been Gone For Years, You Will See Her On The Arm Of A Younger Man, And She Will Pretend Not To Recognize You.

The Fire Was Silent, The Little Houses Collapsing Into The Flames Without Complaint, Flocks Of Sparks Rising To The Sky. At A Distance It Seemed Beautiful, And I Thought It Was Strange That Powerful Violence Is Often So Pleasing To The Eye.

With The Movies, People Are Not Going To Wait Around. The Deadline Is A Deadline. In Publishing It's More A Polite Suggestion.