‘If I should die,’ said I to myself, ‘I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have lov’d the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remember’d.’ - John Keats
“Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.” - Kurt Vonnegut
27. grad student, studying screenwriting. watcher of movies. taco lover extraordinaire. drinker of coffee. listener of music. I am obsessed with classic films, contribute to YAM Magazine and run this site: http://cinema-fanatic.com/
Richard Sherman: Face it, no pretty girl wants me, she wants Gregory Peck. The Girl: Is that so? How do you know what a pretty girl wants? Richard Sherman: I don’t know, but I imagine– The Girl: Your imagination! You think every girl’s a dope. You think a girl goes to a party and there’s some guy, a great big lunk, in a fancy striped vest strutting around like a tiger, giving you that I’m-so-handsome-you-can’t-resist-me look. And from this she’s supposed to fall flat on her face. Well, she doesn’t fall on her face. But there’s another guy in the room, over in the corner. Maybe he’s nervous and shy and perspiring a little. First, you look past him. But then you sense that he’s gentle and kind and worried. That he’ll be tender with you, nice and sweet. That’s what’s really exciting.