If You Once Cede To The Court

No One Ever Confides A Secret To One Person Only. No One Destroys All Copies Of A Document.

Writing About Writing Is A Bit Like Talking About A Conversation You Are Having; It Tends To Obscure Desperation About Where The Next Word Is Coming From.

And Then There Were The Wallflowers Who Had Recognized For Years That The Thing Was Hopeless, Who Had Found In That Information A Kind Of Calm. They No Longer Tried, With A Bright And Desperate Effort, To Sustain A Conversation With Somebody's Brother, Somebody's Usher, Somebody's Roommate, Somebody's Roommate's Usher's Brother... The Category Of Wallflower Who Had Given Up On All This Was Very Quiet, Not Indifferent, Only Quiet. And She Always Brought A Book.

The Whole Magic Of A Plot Requires That Somebody Be Impeded From Getting Something Over With.

Most Movies Are Not Very Good. Most People Know It And Like To See Them Anyway.