I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

"Cinema is a matter of what's in the frame and what's out."

All things are possible until they are proved impossible – and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.

The past is not dead; it is not even past.