There Are Lives Lived For Love, And

I've Always Thought That The Most Extraordinary Special Effect You Could Do Is To Buy A Child At The Moment Of Its Birth, Sit It On A Little Chair And Say, "you'll Have Three Score Years And Ten," And Take A Photograph Every Minute. "and We'll Watch You And Photograph You For Ten Years After You Die, Then We'll Run The Film." Wouldn't That Be Extraordinary? We'd Watch This Thing Get Bigger And Bigger, And Flower To Become Extraordinary And Beautiful, Then Watch It Crumble, Decay, And Rot.

I Never Want To Be The Producer That I Too Often Got.

I Can See In Your Eyes That There’s No Seam Of Untapped Joy Left In You. The Best Of Life Has Come And Gone. Those Days When Sudden Epiphanies Swept Over You, And You Had Visions Of The Rightness Of All Things And Of Your Place Amongst Them; They’re History. You’re In A Darker Place Now.

You Cut Up A Thing That's Alive And Beautiful To Find Out How It's Alive And Why It's Beautiful, And Before You Know It, It's Neither Of Those Things, And You're Standing There With Blood On Your Face And Tears In Your Sight And Only The Terrible Ache Of Guilt To Show For It.

The Paintings Of Francis Bacon To My Eye Are Very Beautiful. The Paintings Of Bosch Or Goya Are To My Eye Very Beautiful. I've Also Stood In Front Of Those Same Paintings With People Who've Said, 'let's Get On To The Botticellis As Soon As Possible.' I Have Lingered, Of Course.