In Hollywood, more often than not, they're making more kind of traditional films, stories that are understood by people. And the entire story is understood. And they become worried if even for one small moment something happens that is not understood...
I've got a general callout with the Caribbean world in which I'm interested in helping in any way to get their well-written good stories out to the rest of the world. I am really interested in helping those stories get to a completion and public view...
I'm attracted to stories that excite my imagination, stories that, as I'm reading the script, I feel it, I can see it, I can hear the characters. I'm attracted to characters that are real, that tap into something inside me that I haven't explored yet...
I read a zombie story, and I have nightmares for days. But my youngest sister loves zombie stories. So when she insisted it was time for Bards and Sages to put together a zombie book, I couldn't tell her 'no.'
If you can figure out where you fit into any particular story, you'll be okay. When you're not quite sure where you fit in, you try to be too many parts of the story. You gild the lily. I see it all the time.
The further you go, what, I'm gonna wait til I'm 80? Naw, I'm tellin' my story now. I was just moved. I was moved to tell my story. You know? People write books all the time.
I know that from the days of Watergate... the notion of two sources on a story has become the popular dogma about how you confirm something. And there is a lot of truth to that, but there are all kinds of ways to check to the extent that you can, a s...
[last lines] Narrator: Bastian made many other wishes, and had many other amazing adventures - before he finally returned to the ordinary world. But that's... another story.
Narrator: When Jean-Baptiste did finally learn to speak he soon found that everyday language proved inadequate for all the olfactory experiences accumulating within himself.
Priest: I don't want to hear it. No more horror stories. Commoner: They are common stories these days. I even heard that the demon living here in Rashômon fled in fear of the ferocity of man.
Buzz Lightyear: I'll never give in. You killed my father! Emperor Zurg: No, Buzz. I *am* your father! Buzz Lightyear: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Woody: Your'e right, Prospector. I can't stop Andy from growing up... but I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Mrs. Potato Head: [to Mr. Potato Head] I'm packing your extra pair of shoes, and your angry eyes just in case.
Tour guide Barbie: And this is the Buzz Lightyear aisle. Back in 1995, short-sighted retailers did not order enough dolls to meet demand.
Hamm: Where did you get the cool belt, Buzz? Buzz Lightyear #2: Well, slotted pig, they're standard issue.
[Buzz is driving a pizza truck; Hamm is reading the owner's manual] Ham: I seriously doubt he's getting this kind of mileage.
[Buster the dog is barking and trying to leave Andy's room] Slinky: Ah, this fella says he needs to go out back for a little private time?
[Hamm's cork has popped out and there is change all over the sidewalk] Hamm: All right, nobody look till I get my cork back in.
Jessie: You callin' me a liar? Woody: Well, if the boot fits... Jessie: [adjusting her hat] Say that again. Woody: [slowly] If the boot-tuh fits!
Woody: I have no choice, Buzz. This is my only chance. Buzz Lightyear: To do what? Watch kids from behind glass and never be loved again? Some life.
Buzz Lightyear #2: [thinks the approaching elevator is walls closing in] Quick! Help me prop up Vegetable Man, or we're done for!
