31 de agosto de 2010

The beginning deserves something special

Everybody asks why I started at the end and worked back to the beginning, the reason is simple, I couldn't understand the beginning until I had reached the end

There were too many pieces of the puzzle missing, 
too much you would never tell. 
I could sell these things. People want to buy them, 
but I'd set all this on fire first. 
 She'd like that, that's what she would do. 
She'd make it just to burn it. I couldn't afford this one, 
but the beginning deserves something special
But how do I show that nothing, not a taste, not a smell, 
not even the color of the sky, 
has ever been as clear and sharp as it was when I belonged to her. 
I don't know how to express the being 
with someone so dangerous is the last time I felt safe...

29 de agosto de 2010

These games that you play are all in your head...

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe

One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”
Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak

So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.
”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:
“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”

28 de agosto de 2010

Jean-Pierre Jeunet


 When you are in love with a story, you have to take your time to follow it and to fall in love again one time. You need some time. And I need to be in love with a story because I am going to spend four years of my life inside without pleasure, without seeing anybody, you work 16 hours per day and at the weekend and I need to be in love with each detail.

27 de agosto de 2010

26 de agosto de 2010

Someone none of us should ever hope to meet...

Many years ago...many centuries ago, in fact...
I was, believe or not,a young monk.
Someone visited me, in my sanctuary...
Someone I had hoped never to meet.
Someone none of us should ever hope to meet...

I was so in love...

Dr. Parnassus: It's utterly hopeless...It is over...

Valentina: Don't say that...It's never over.
Parnassus is immortal, remember?Honestly, it's gonna be okay, dad.

Dr. Parnassus: How can you understand? You are a child.
You've never loved. Not like I have...From the moment I looked up, and saw her,
I was capivated. Imprisoned by her.And I was thousend years old.
How could I woo her?
How could I ever make her mine?

Percy: Don't be a fool! You can't die!
You're immortal!You'll just end up broken,
in the eternity ward, and I'll...

Dr. Parnassus: Go, you little devil!...No!...
At times like these, the devil is never far away.
Mr. Nick: Why so long, Parny?

Dr. Parnassus: The devil granted me mortality again...
And youth and new powers. Greater powers. 
And I won her.I was so in love...So in love...
But at what price...? What price...?

Dr. Nick: Wassup, doc?
Dr. Parnassus: At what price...?

25 de agosto de 2010

If you forget everything, I'll pop up out of nowhere...

If you forget everything, I'll pop up out of nowhere. 
Like now. And I'll hit on you. You won't be able to turn me down. 
We'll start anew every day. Like permanent dating. Awesome, isn't it? 

24 de agosto de 2010

Destiny, soulmates, true love...

Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew. 
Tom: Knew what? 
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.


TOM
You know what sucks? 
Realizing that everything you believe in is complete bullshit.
          
SUMMER
What is?
          
TOM
Destiny, soulmates, true love. All that stuff. It's nothing more than silly childhood fairy tale nonsense, isn't it? God!
 I should have listened to you, Summer. You were right all along.
          
SUMMER         
I was right? (laugh)
          
TOM
What? This is funny? What are you laughing at?
You're a crazy person!
          
SUMMER
Tom! You're the crazy person!
          
TOM
What are you talking about?!
          
SUMMER
One day I'm reading a book at the corner deli and this guy sits down and starts asking about it. Now he's my husband!
          
TOM
This is funny to you?
          
SUMMER
What would have happened if I went to the movies instead? 
If I went somewhere else for lunch? 
If I showed up to eat ten minutes later?
Tom, it was meant to be, just like you said. 
And as it was happening, I knew it. I could feel it, sure as the sun
And I kept thinking to myself "Holy shit. Tom was right."
You were right about all of it.It just wasn't me you were right about.
          Anyway, I should probably be getting back. It was good to see you. I'm glad you're well.

Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs

Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs

20 de agosto de 2010

It was so charming listening to that.

I always thought one minute flies by. But sometimes it really lingers on. Once, a person pointed at his watch and said to me, that because of that minute, he'd always remember me. It was so charming listening to that. But now I look at my watch and tell myself that I have to forget this man starting this very minute.

17 de agosto de 2010

Neuf mois plus tard naissait Amélie Poulain.

Le trois Septembre 1974 à 18 heures 28 minutes et 32 secondes, une mouche bleue de la famille des Calliphoridae capable de produire 14 670 battements d'ailes à la minute se posait rue saint Vincent à Montmartre. 

A la même seconde à la terrasse d'un restaurant à deux pas du moulin de la galette, le vent s'engouffrait comme par magie sous une nappe, faisant danser les verres sans que personne ne s'en aperçoive. 

Au même instant, au cinquième étage du 28 de l'avenue Trudel dans le neuvième arrondissement. Eugène Colère de retour de l'enterrement de son meilleur ami Emile Maginot en effaçait le nom de son carnet d'adresses. 

Toujours à la même seconde un spermatozoïde pourvu d'un chromosome X appartenant à monsieur Raphaël Poulain se détachait du peloton pour atteindre l'ovule appartenant à madame Poulain née Amandine Fouet. 
Neuf mois plus tard naissait 
Amélie Poulain.

Eyebrows

15 de agosto de 2010

I love these Women ♥


Coincidence. That's all anything ever is.

If Tom had learned anything... it was that
you can't ascribe great cosmic significance 
to a simple earthly event. 
Coincidence. That's all anything ever is. 
Nothing more than coincidence. 
It took a long time but Tom had finally learned. 
There are no miracles. 
There's no such thing as fate. Nothing is meant to be
He knew. He was sure of it now. Tom was..pretty sure

14 de agosto de 2010

Most days of the year are unremarkable

Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and the end, with no lasting memories made in betweeen. Most days have no impact on the course of a... life...May 23rd was a Wednesday. ♥

12 de agosto de 2010

Life's a fact, people do fall in love

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are?
You're chicken, you've got no guts.
You're afraid to stick out your chin and say,
"Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness."
You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
Here. I've been carrying this thing around for months. I don't want it anymore.

10 de agosto de 2010

Breakfast at Tiffany's Quotes!

We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other
Paul Varjak: I love you.
Holly Golightly: So what.
Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me!
Holly Golightly: No. People don't belong to people.
Paul Varjak: Of course they do!
Holly Golightly: I'll never let anybody put me in a cage.
Paul Varjak: I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!

You could always tell what kind of a person a man thinks you are by the earrings he gives you. I must say, the mind reels

I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does, they might as well be dead

I've got to do something about the way I look. I mean a girl just can't go to Sing Sing with a green face

Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am?

It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

You musn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they're strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.

If we're going to be friends let's get one thing straight right now. I hate snoops!

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before, before

Promise me one thing: don't take me home until I'm drunk - very drunk indeed.

And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors.

Holly Golightly: He's all right! Aren't you, cat? Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.
Paul Varjak: Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store.
Holly Golightly: That's right. I'm just CRAZY about Tiffany's!

A girl can't read that sort of thing without her lipstick  

9 de agosto de 2010

You know, I can forgive and forget

Look, you can tease, torture, punch, drive drunk with me. I can forgive you. Hell, I can understand it, I'm a good Christian. You know, I can forgive and forget. But, um, you mess with my kid, and may God himself descend from heaven to protect you. Because as long as I live and I will outlive you all I will wake up, and go to sleep at night, just dreaming up ways to make your petty, insignificant lives into hell on earth. You fuck with my kid again, you fuck with him... and I will fuck with everything you hold dear.

7 de agosto de 2010

Pop Surrealism

Pop Surrealism describes an underground visual art movement that arose
in the Los Angeles, California, area in the late 1970s. 
Pop Surrealism is a widespread populist art movement with origins in the underground comix world, punk music, hot-rod street culture, and other subcultures. It is also often known by the name Lowbrow art. Lowbrow art often has a sense of humor; sometimes the humor is gleeful, sometimes impish, and sometimes it's a sarcastic comment.
Most lowbrow artworks are paintings, but there are also toys, 
digital art, and sculpture. 


6 de agosto de 2010

Kar Wai Wong

Wong Kar-wai 17 July 1958 is a Hong Kong filmmaker, internationally renowned as an auteur for his visually unique, highly stylized films.

Wong was listed at number three on the respected Sight & Sound Top Ten Directors list of modern times.

3 de agosto de 2010

You are beautiful, Susie Salmon ♥

You are beautiful, Susie Salmon.
I was in the blue horizon 
between heaven and earth.
The days were unchanging and every night I dream the same dream.
The smell of damp earth. The scream no one heard.
The sound of my heart beating 

like a hammer against cloth 
andI would hear them calling, the voices of the dead.
I wanted to follow them to find a way out but
I would always come back to the same door.

And I was afraid. I knew if I went in there 
I would never come out 

2 de agosto de 2010

Quentin Tarantino

Violence is one of the most fun things to watch.


I like it when somebody tells me a story, and I actually really feel that that's becoming like a lost art in American cinema.

I loved history because to me, history was like watching a movie.

To me, movies and music go hand in hand. When I'm writing a script, one of the first things I do is find the music I'm going to play for the opening sequence

I've always considered myself a filmmaker who writes stuff for himself to do

I'm very happy with the way I write. I think I do it good. But I've never really considered myself a writer.

I steal from every movie ever made

A writer should have this little voice inside of you saying, Tell the truth. Reveal a few secrets here.

I actually think one of my strengths is my storytelling.

My parents said, Oh, he's going to be a director someday. I wanted to be an actor.

Something stopped me in school a little bit. Anything that I'm not interested in, I can't even feign interest.

To be a novelist, all I need is a pen and a piece of paper. 

1 de agosto de 2010

My Stuff ♥













I will never walk away from you

You think I don't know love?
I was supposed to get married.
Her parents are the ones that called it off because of this medical thing 
and...then she went away...
I couldn't find her.And I tried to hurt myself and they put me in the hospital.

And I didn't think that I'd ever love anyone again.
And I love you.I do.You think if I got to know you that I wouldn't love you,
but I do know you and I love you even more.I understand you, Michelle.

I'm fucked up too.
I will never walk away from you. Never.
He left you. I'd never do that. I'll take care of you 

because that's what you deserve.
You deserve to be loved. 
And maybe you'll learn to love me too.
I love you
. You're so beautiful

Terry Gilliam

It was lights, camera, inaction


You get trapped by stories. Though I've got this reputation for being out of control, it's not true, it just happens to be a more interesting story than the truth

Actually, I began to think that maybe there is a god, after all. Or maybe it's a different one. The old one got fired.

Hyperbole is something I'd better avoid.

At the first screening, there were a lot of areas that we went around and around about. Then we had our second screening. It played better. It's almost a reasonable length film now!

I was getting frustrated with America. It's interesting how as simple a thing as, like, letting your hair grow longer changed in the world in those days.

People used to think we just faked all that stuff... it was all written, rehearsed. The fact that it looks as cobbled together as it does is just that we weren't very good