The End Is Built Into The Beginning.

Every Day Of Your Life, You Have Information That Enters Your Head, And That Information Informs Your Understanding Of Things, Or Shifts It, Or Changes It, Or Deepens It, Or Confuses You. Every Day, Every Moment Of Every Day - It's Like This Thing That Happens.

It Occurred To Me That Every Work Of Art Is A Synecdoche, There's No Way Around It. Every Creative Work That Someone Does Can Only Represent An Aspect Of The Whole Of Something. I Can't Think Of An Exception To That.

The Passionate Ones, The Ones Who Go After What They Want, May Not Get What They Want, But They Remain Vital, In Touch With Themselves, And When They Lie On Their Deathbeds, They Have Few Regrets.

You Are What You Love. Not What Loves You.

And So Not Only Do You Have To Make That Work, You Can't Really Start Putting The Thing Together In Any Form Because Some Of The Shots Are Very Short And Obviously Many Of Them Take So Long, You're Waiting Months And Months And Months Before You Can See If It's Going To Be Working Emotionally.