I go where the material is, and I feel like I'm looking for really strong directors. That's the key ingredient. There are some directors I would move the sun and earth for, or stop the rotation of the planets, just to work with them.
I have offices all over the place and I avoid work everywhere. I don't like to write - I like to be finished.
I am often criticized, or at least questions are raised, about what appears to be the absence of the Holy Spirit in my work.
As a Jew, I was taught that it was ethically imperative to speak up and to speak out against arbitrary state violence. That was part of what I learned when I learned about the Second World War and the concentration camps.
I consider Bush's decision to call for a war against terrorism a serious mistake. He is elevating these criminals to the status of war enemies, and one cannot lead a war against a network if the term war is to retain any definite meaning.
John Lewis Gaddis is not only the favorite historian of the Reagan administration, but he's regarded as the dean of Cold War scholarship, the leading figure in the American Cold War scholarship, a professor at Yale.
The target of preventive war must have several characteristics. It must be virtually defenceless; it must be important enough to be worth the trouble; it must be possible to portray it as the ultimate evil and an imminent threat to our survival.
I do not want to convince Christians to work for the abolition of war, but rather I want us to live recognizing that in the cross of Christ, war has been abolished.
To be sure, those who are actually engaged in combat - those who actually see the maimed bodies and mourning mothers - struggle more than the rest of us to make sense of the reality of war.
The world has already been saved from war. The question is how Christians can and should live in a world of war as a people who believe that war has been abolished.
In many ways the rise of the state was the descent of the world from freedom to slavery
Losing someone you love is harder. One minute they're there, the next they're gone. There were times I wished they would rise up from the dead.
The visage of Lucifer mushroomed into hideousness above the cloudbank, rising slowly like some titan climbing to its feet after ages of imprisonment in the Earth.
She wasn't to know there was no room for Soren - or any other boy - in my heart. There was only one boy taking up that place. Luca.
He’d seen a lot of bizarre items left at gravesides, like a carton of eggs, a pair of reading glasses, a bag of licorice, smooth stones, a spoon.
There is no reason to feel embarrassed, Krysta." "Easy for you to say! You weren't caught mentally checking out my package!" ~ Étienne and Krysta
Sweetie, I’m not a flowers and chocolates kind of gal,” she said, leaning into him. “Well, maybe the chocolate.” “I was going to say.” — Krysta and Étienne
Will your dad freak if I kiss you good-bye?” he asked.
She lifted a shoulder casually and slowly blinked. "Where do you want to be?" "With you," he answered without hesitation.
I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.
The forces of the sea give rise to imagination, which reflects them according to the nature and disposition of the perceiver. The sea itself is undifferentiated and without bias.
