In The Movies, The Writer Is Just

As Though She Had Entered A Fable, As Though She Were No More Than Words Crawling Along A Dry Page, Or As Though She Were Becoming That Page Itself, That Surface On Which Her Story Would Be Written And Across Which There Blew A Hot And Merciless Wind, Turning Her Body To Papyrus, Her Skin To Parchment, Her Soul To Paper.

Too Many People Spouting Too Many Words, And In The End Those Words Will Turn To Bullets And Stones.

The Problem Of Telling Contemporary History Is That Your Message Gets Outdated.

The Enemy For The Fanatic Is Pleasure, Which Makes It Extremely Important To Continue To Indulge In Pleasure. Dance Madly. That Is How You Get Rid Of Terrorism.

Children Like Being A Little Scared, But They Don't Want To Be Disturbed.