Truth Might Be Stranger Than Fiction, But

Perhaps A Hero Is Someone Who Doesn’t Register His Own Vulnerability. Is It Courage, Then, If You’re Too Daft To Know You’re Mortal?

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.

I Think, In A Weird Way, The Reason I Was Drawn To Screenwriting And The Reason I Really Love Doing It Is Because I Love Writing Dialogue.

This Wasn't The Way I Had Imagined My Adventures, But Reality Ignored My Wishes From The Get-go, Giving Me A Body Best Suited For Stacking Books In The Library, Injecting So Much Fear Into My Veins That I Could Only Cower In The Stairwell When The Violence Came. Maybe Someday My Arms And Legs Would Thicken With Muscle And The Fear Would Drain Away Like Dirty Bathwater. I Wish I Believed These Things Would Happen, But I Didn't.

The Longer You Work In This Business [movie], The More You Start To Be Able To See The Carpentry. You Can See Where Things Are Going, And It's Harder To Surprise You, As A Reader