“Beautiful, yes. There’s humor. During the course of a day, some dark feeling comes, maybe some sadness comes, some thrill, some great happiness, some strange humor. Cinema can embrace all that in one story, just as the story of life. Humor is very interesting to me. My films are not comedies, but there’s comedy in them from time to time, absurdities, just like in real life.”—David Lynch
We’re good friends. I want to be more. We used to be more. I want to slow dance in a dim room, feel your breath on my neck. Forget about work and how time disappears through our fingers. I want you to hold me close. I want us to capture time and make moments. We used to. I want to.
I never see it coming. It creeps in. It’s colourless and heavy and draws me into something dark inside of me that I do not want to be familiar with. When I try to describe it in more details, it all stops making sense. Surely I should be old enough and wise enough to know who you are by now. Just an unwelcome visitor knocking at my door with a smile of malice, ‘Hello, I’m sorrow.’
“They had made a movie about us. The movie was based on a book written by someone we knew. The book was a simple thing about four weeks in the city we grew up in and for the most part was an accurate portrayal. It was labeled fiction but only a few details had been altered and our names weren’t changed and there was nothing in it that hadn’t happened.”—Bret Easton Elis, Imperial Bedrooms