The creative artist seems to be almost the only kind of man that you could never meet on neutral ground. You can only meet him as an artist. He sees nothing objectively because his own ego is always in the foreground of every picture.
When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.
She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.
He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.
The challenge of screenwriting is to say much in little and then take half of that little out and still preserve an effect of leisure and natural movement.
The moment a man sets his thoughts down on paper, however secretly, he is in a sense writing for publication.
