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“Wrote an adaptation for the Brothers Grimm's Little Red Riding Hood for 2011-10-31.”
“Actually I've thanked you a lot of times so now I'm thanking you again.”
“[Looper's] sort of a down-to-earth Blade Runner: it feels real. It's that style of sci-fi that could actually exist in 30 years.”
“I suppose the longer anyone spends on earth, the closer we all get to becoming superfluous characters.”
“The cinematographer came up to me and said, 'You have to hit your mark exactly,'”
“I long for poems of an inner harmony in utter contrast to the chaos in which they exist. Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.”
“To leave the open fields and enter the forest,that was the rite. Knowing there was mystery, they could go. Go back now! And he receded among the multitude of forms, the twists and shadows they saw ...”
“I’ve always hated artificial flowers unless they were just flagrantly and beautifully, sort of brassily, artificial. But the good imitations, the ones that you think are real until you get up to th...”
“Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.”
“Acknowledgement, and celebration, of mystery probably constitutes the most consistent theme of my poetry from its very beginnings. Because it is a matter of which I am conscious, it is possible, ho...”
“I like to findwhat's not foundat once, but lieswithin something of another nature,in repose, distinct.”
“I like the juicy stem of grass that growswithin the coarser leaf folded round,and the butteryellow glowin the narrow flute from which the morning-gloryopens blue and cool on a hot morning.”
“The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.”
“Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.I who don't know the secret wrote the line.”
“I love them for finding what I can't find,and for loving me for the line I wrote, and for forgetting it so that a thousand times, till death finds them, they may discover it again, in other lines i...”
“I was the first to see him, for I grew out on the pasture slope, beyond the forest. He was a man, it seemed. . .”
“Then as he sang it was no longer sounds only that made the music: he spoke, and as no tree listens I listened, and language came into my roots out of the earth, into my bark out of the air, into th...”
“He told of journeys, of where sun and moon go while we stand in dark, of an earth-journey he dreamed he would take some day deeper than roots ... He told of the dreams of man, wars, passions, grief...”
“Fire he sang, that trees fear, and I, a tree, rejoiced in its flames. New buds broke forth from me though it was full summer. As though his lyre (now I knew its name) were both frost and fire, its ...”
“And I in terror but not in doubt of what I must do in anguish, in haste, wrenched from the earth root after root, the soil heaving and cracking, the moss tearing asunder — and behind me the others:...”
