erhaps it was the difference in age between the countries—America with its expansive youth, building all those drive-in movie theaters and cowboy restaurants; Italians living in endless contraction, in the artifacts of generations, in the bones of ...
All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character-what we believe-none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell.
He wished he could reassure his mother: a man wants many things in life, but when one of them is also the right thing, he would be a fool not to choose it.
And while his mother's lecture had gone over his seven-year-old head, Pasquale saw now what she meant--how much easier life would be if our intentions and our desires could always be aligned.
I guess I forgot we were going out tonight." "We always go out on Fridays." "It's Thursday, Alvis." "You are so tied to routine.
Two kinds of people always lie about their ages: actresses and Latin American pitchers.
Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination.
Use beautiful to describe a sandwich, and the word means nothing.
He found himself inhabiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.
All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character-what we believe-none of it is ; it's all part of the story we tell. But here's the thing:
The movie I was working on, "Cleopatra", it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.
What business does memory have with time?
Weren't movies his generation's faith anyway--its true religion? Wasn't the theater our temple, the one place we enter separately but emerge from two hours later together, with the same experience, same guided emotions, same moral?...what was that bu...
He considered it a shame when people couldn't grasp the infinite-a failure not just of imagination but of simple vision.