Screen Plays.

A little something for when there is nothing.
“Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.” 
—Virginia Woolf

“Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.” 

—Virginia Woolf

“In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.

— Friedrich Nietzsche



"A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper."
 
—E.B. White
"Listening is the most dangerous thing of all, listening means knowing, finding out about something and knowing what’s going on, our ears don’t have lids that can instinctively close against the words uttered, they can’t hide from what they sense they’re about to hear, it’s always too late."
—Javier Marías, A Heart So White

"Listening is the most dangerous thing of all, listening means knowing, finding out about something and knowing what’s going on, our ears don’t have lids that can instinctively close against the words uttered, they can’t hide from what they sense they’re about to hear, it’s always too late."

—Javier Marías, A Heart So White

"There are seconds, they only come five or six at a time, and you suddenly feel the presence of eternal harmony, fully achieved. It is nothing earthly; not that it’s heavenly, but man cannot endure it in his earthly state. One must change physically or die. The feeling is clear and indisputable. As if you suddenly sense the whole of nature and suddenly say: yes, this is true. This is not tenderheartedness, but simply joy."
— Fyodor Dostoevsky

"There are seconds, they only come five or six at a time, and you suddenly feel the presence of eternal harmony, fully achieved. It is nothing earthly; not that it’s heavenly, but man cannot endure it in his earthly state. One must change physically or die. The feeling is clear and indisputable. As if you suddenly sense the whole of nature and suddenly say: yes, this is true. This is not tenderheartedness, but simply joy."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things 
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”

"And the tree was happy."
—Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree

"And the tree was happy."

Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree

"Can you be happy with the movies, and the ads, and the clothes in the stores, and the doctors, and the eyes as you walk down the street all telling you there is something wrong with you? No. You cannot be happy. Because, you poor darling baby, you believe them."
—Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

"Can you be happy with the movies, and the ads, and the clothes in the stores, and the doctors, and the eyes as you walk down the street all telling you there is something wrong with you? No. You cannot be happy. Because, you poor darling baby, you believe them."

—Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

"Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title."
— Virginia Woolf

"Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title."

— Virginia Woolf
"To be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground 

"To be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease."

— Fyodor DostoevskyNotes from the Underground