A movie star is not an artist, he is an art object.
— Richard Schickel
Memory is the personal journalism of the soul.
That common cold of the male psyche, fear of commitment.
A great novel is concerned primarily with the interior lives of its characters as they respond to the inconvenient narratives that fate imposes on them. Movie adaptations of these monumental fictions often fail because they become mere exercises in interior decoration.
This is a soul under perpetual migraine attack.
He was the first to conceive of movies as an art form. His belief was that if the traditional art form would not find room for him, then he would make an art form of his own.
The law of unintended consequences pushes us ceaselessly through the years, permitting no pause for perspective.
