Archive for December, 2007

Stealing stories.

30, December 2007

“I have stolen ideas from every book I have ever read. My principle in researching for a novel is ‘Read like a butterfly, write like a bee’, and if this story contains any honey, it is entirely because of the quality of the nectar I found in the work of better writers.” – Philip Pullman on His Dark Materials (a rich, powerful, magnificent work).

“I’d made myself believe that I was fine and happy and fulfilled on my own without the love of anyone else. Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I’d spend all my life without going to China, but it wouldn’t matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit.” – Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass, p466.

Naked inquisition

24, December 2007

My 3yr old nephew jumped on me this morning, and after rolling around on me for a short while, asked; ‘What do you look like naked?’. Well. I told him when he was older I’d take him to the National Gallery and find him an accurate representation. ;-)

Whispers

16, December 2007

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So the guys over at the BBC’s ‘Culture Show’ reckon they can hear what Bill Murray whispers into Johansson’s ear at the end of Lost In Translation; “I love you. Don’t forget to always tell the truth”.

I took the above photo of a photo in Paris around this time last year.