There's A Lot That's Not

I Like It When Characters Are Some Combination Of Appealing And Maybe Flawed Or Self-interested. I Think In Terms Of Scenes, And What I Want A Scene To Achieve, And I Think That The Psychological Realism Arises From That.

And This Is How I Know That It's All Just Words, Words, Words - That Fundamentally, They Make No Difference... Our Relationship, For As Long As Things Were Good, And In That Moment When They Could Have Been Good Again, Was About The Irrelevance Of Words. You Feel What You Feel, You Act As You Act, Who In The History Of The World Has Ever Been Convinced By A Well-reasoned Argument?

Before And After... I Heard A Thousand Times That A Boy, Or A Man, Can't Make You Happy, That You Have To Be Happy On Your Own Before You Can Be Happy With Another Person. All I Can Say Is, I Wish It Were True.

And An Unstable Childhood Makes You Appreciate Calmness And Not Crave Excitement. To Spend A Saturday Afternoon Mopping Your Kitchen Floor While Listening To Opera On The Radio, And To Go That Night To An Indian Restaurant With A Friend And Be Home By Nine O'clock - These Are Enough. They Are Gifts.

To Remain Alone Did Not Seem To Me A Terrible Fate, No Worse Than Being Falsely Joined To Another Person.