Hollywood Screenwriters Tend To Have The Longevity

The Fire Was Silent, The Little Houses Collapsing Into The Flames Without Complaint, Flocks Of Sparks Rising To The Sky. At A Distance It Seemed Beautiful, And I Thought It Was Strange That Powerful Violence Is Often So Pleasing To The Eye.

I Was Half Asleep But I Smiled. In Spite Of All His Irritating Qualities, I Couldn't Help Liking A Man Who Despised A Fictional Character With Such Passion.

I Was Like A Well Trained Pianist Who Knows Which Note To Hit, But Can't Make The Music His Own.

Talent Must Be A Fanatical Mistress. She's Beautiful; When You're With Her, People Watch You, They Notice. But She Bangs On Your Door At Odd Hours, And She Disappears For Long Stretches, And She Has No Patience For The Rest Of Your Existence; Your Wife, Your Children, Your Friends. She Is The Most Thrilling Evening Of Your Week, But Some Day She Will Leave You For Good. One Night, After She's Been Gone For Years, You Will See Her On The Arm Of A Younger Man, And She Will Pretend Not To Recognize You.

I've Always Envied People Who Sleep Easily. Their Brains Must Be Cleaner, The Floorboards Of The Skull Well Swept, All The Little Monsters Closed Up In A Steamer Trunk At The Foot Of The Bed.