“I ain’t the only old woman looking. I’m just the only one honest enough to admit it. The others just hire the boy to cut their grass so they can sit at the window and drool.”

Things happen in life and you can’t control them. It sucks and you have to move on.

Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

She wouldn’t come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn’t come back here… but God, I wanted her to.

Sometimes the answer we need is in our heart. We just have to listen to it.

It didn’t mean forever but for right now I wanted Rush to be my first. He wouldn’t be my last. A stop I might never forget or get over. That was what scared me the most. Not being able to move on.

You’re with me, Sadie. When you’re off the clock, you’re not my employee. You’re my.. Air.” I frowned at him. “Your air?” He grinned. “Well, girlfriend seems to be a shallow word for what I feel for you.

Good because I want you too. Now. Forever. Just you

I never imagined anyone like you, Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you, I’m humbled that you chose me.

A small laugh startled me and I looked over to see her actually smiling. Making her do that more often was a new goal.

I’m trying my hardest to get you so wrapped up in me you never leave.

Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You’re in my tent

When I’m with you, my world is complete. When I touch you, I understand the meaning of life. When I lost you, I completely shattered. You. Own. Me.

He stopped and looked back at me “I love you too Pagan. I’ll miss you. In every life.

As the music played over the speakers and the waterfall in the pool filled the silence around us, I knew that without a doubt I had just been ruined.

I leaned forward on the table and leveled her with my steady gaze. “Do not ever speak to her that way again. If she hadn’t agreed to come with me I wouldn’t have come. Don’t underestimate her importance. She’s mine. Respect that.

What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?

Post-modernism has cut off the present from all futures. The daily media add to this by cutting off the past. Which means that critical opinion is often orphaned in the present.

When the savages of Louisiana wish to have fruit, they cut the tree at the bottom and gather the fruit. That is exactly a despotic government.

Gaza is often described as ‘the world’s largest open air prison’ because no-one is allowed to enter or leave. But that seems a bit unfair to prisons – they don’t have their electricity and drinking water cut off randomly almost every day.

The first cut I do is usually between five and 10 minutes shorter then the cut that we release.

Where is the politician who has not promised to fight to the death for lower taxes- and who has not proceeded to vote for the very spending projects that make tax cuts impossible?

I’m an unusual director in that my cut is usually shorter then the final released film. I like short films.

Politics are a smooth file, which cuts gradually, and attains its end by slow progression.