My maternal granddad, Leonard, was full of amazing stories. He was an orphan, with 11 or 12 brothers and sisters, and he used to tell us about growing up near the Irrawaddy river and how one brother was eaten by a crocodile.
France, and the whole of Europe have a great culture and an amazing history. Most important thing though is that people there know how to live! In America they've forgotten all about it. I'm afraid that the American culture is a disaster.
Always expect the unexpected. Right around Thanksgiving, when the new Alex Cross will be out. It's called Four Blind Mice and it's a pretty amazing story about several murders inside the military.
Netflix is amazing 'cause they trust the creator to do their job, and they trust us to do our job. They're really smart and just let us do our thing and deliver a great job.
As a director, the biggest job is to discern the imperfections in emotional tone and then view it in the global picture of what you're trying to do, if that makes sense. It's a rhythm, like music is a rhythm or composition and art is a rhythm. Dialog...
I was the one with the open wound, and the river waters turned red when I bathed in them. My sadness is greater than the heavens.
Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.
…People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.
The sky was as blue and delicate as a porcelain teacup, and the hills rolled gently in all directions, intersected occasionally with the silver ribbon of a river.
That's the way it is with the mind. Nothing is ever equal. Like a river, as it flows, the course changes with the terrain.
Like a good-looking John Merrick, mine was a face that looked really shit.
there are only so many things that you can fix with your hands. ...What they don't realize is I am not a thing to fix.
And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.
She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.
I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.
Mercy is not a proper Indian name."..........."Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.
Tears are pouring down my cheeks like tiny rivers, soaking my shirt with dark patches of my salty happiness.
Ambitions and dreams put you at a drinking table with unexpected companions. Cups were filled and refilled, making you drunk with the illusion of changing the world.
It had taken skill, tact, an ability to choose friends well, and a great deal of luck... Luck was always part of it, one way or another
Are writers the torchbearers of humanity? It’s a romantic idea, but it’s complete rubbish. We writers are the crocodiles in the river.
So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.
