Background Image

...

She Leaned Forward And Kissed Me On The Lips. He Mouth Was Cold, Her Lips Rough From The Winter Wind, And If The Mystics Are Right And We Are Doomed To Repeat Our Squalid Lives Ad Infinitum, At Least I Will Always Return To That Kiss

-David Benioff

...

Please Wait....
Translating....

She Leaned Forward And

David Benioff

...

She Leaned Forward And Kissed Me On The Lips. He Mouth Was Cold, Her Lips Rough From The Winter Wind, And If The Mystics Are Right And We Are Doomed To Repeat Our Squalid Lives Ad Infinitum, At Least I Will Always Return To That Kiss

Views: 27000

Topic

More From David Benioff

‎i Was Cursed With The Pessimism Of Both The Russians And The Jews Two Of The Gloomiest Tribes In The World. Still If There Wasn't Greatness In Me Maybe I Had The Talent To Recognize It In Others Even In The Most Irritating Others.

I Was A Huge Fantasy Geek Growing Up. I Was The Dungeon Master In My D&d Game.

Everyone Knew This Was The Episode That Was Going To Make Or Break The Season.

Fiction Novels, That's My Game.

With The Movies, People Are Not Going To Wait Around. The Deadline Is A Deadline. In Publishing It's More A Polite Suggestion.

To Shoot A Decent Fight, You Need To Cover All The Different Angles, And It Ends Up Eating A Lot Of Days.

You're A Writer. Make It Up.

I Was Like A Well Trained Pianist Who Knows Which Note To Hit, But Can't Make The Music His Own.

Truth Might Be Stranger Than Fiction, But It Needs A Better Editor.

I Have Never Been Much Of A Patriot. My Father Would Not Have Allowed Such A Thing While He Lived, And His Death Insured That His Wish Was Carried Out. Piter Commanded Far More Affection And Loyalty From Me Than The Nation As A Whole. But That Night, Running Across The Unplowed Fields Of Winter Wheat, With The Fascist Invaders Behind Us And The Dark Russian Woods Before Us, I Felt A Surge Of Pure Love For My Country. We Ran For The Forest, Crashing Through The Stalks Of Wheat, Beneath The Rising Moon And The Stars Spinning Farther And Farther Away, Alone Beneath The Godless Sky.

I Think, In A Weird Way, The Reason I Was Drawn To Screenwriting And The Reason I Really Love Doing It Is Because I Love Writing Dialogue.

The Secret To Winning A Woman Is Calculated Neglect.

Every Time Something Bad Happens, Like We Lose A Day Because Of Weather Or An Actor Gets Injured Or Anything Else Happens, The Schedule Has To Change. It's The Most Challenging Tetris Puzzle.

There Are A Few Moments In Your Life When You Are Truly And Completely Happy, And You Remember To Give Thanks. Even As It Happens You Are Nostalgic For The Moment, You Are Tucking It Away In Your Scrapbook.

Every Adaptation Requires That The Screenwriter Make Difficult Choices - And In Particular, Difficult Cuts.

Difficult Choices

I Was Half Asleep But I Smiled. In Spite Of All His Irritating Qualities, I Couldn't Help Liking A Man Who Despised A Fictional Character With Such Passion.

Perhaps A Hero Is Someone Who Doesn’t Register His Own Vulnerability. Is It Courage, Then, If You’re Too Daft To Know You’re Mortal?

I've Always Envied People Who Sleep Easily. Their Brains Must Be Cleaner, The Floorboards Of The Skull Well Swept, All The Little Monsters Closed Up In A Steamer Trunk At The Foot Of The Bed.

I'll Tell You A Secret. Something They Don't Teach You In Your Temple. The Gods Envy Us. They Envy Us Because We're Mortal, Because Any Moment Might Be Our Last. Everything Is More Beautiful Because We're Doomed. You Will Never Be Lovelier Than You Are Now. We Will Never Be Here Again.

The Longer You Work In This Business [movie], The More You Start To Be Able To See The Carpentry. You Can See Where Things Are Going, And It's Harder To Surprise You, As A Reader

It Is Actually A Lot Harder To Sit Down And Write From A To Z. But For Me At Least, It's The Only Way I Can Do It, At This Point, With Any Moderate Success.

This Is Good, Life Must Continue, We Are Fighting Barbarians, But We Must Remain Human.

That's Our Plan? We're Going To Walk Fifty Kilometers, Right Past The Germans, To A Poultry Collective That Maybe Didn't Get Burned Down, Grab A Dozen Eggs, And Come Home?" "well, Anything Would Sound Ridiculous If Said It In That Tone Of Voice." "tone Of....i'm Asking You A Question!

The Fire Was Silent, The Little Houses Collapsing Into The Flames Without Complaint, Flocks Of Sparks Rising To The Sky. At A Distance It Seemed Beautiful, And I Thought It Was Strange That Powerful Violence Is Often So Pleasing To The Eye.

There's Never Been A Fantasy Movie Of The Epic Battle Of Good Versus Evil That Ended With Evil Winning.

I Never Understood People Who Said Their Greatest Fear Was Public Speaking, Or Spiders, Or Any Of The Other Minor Terrors. How Could You Fear Anything More Than Death? Everything Else Offered Moments Of Escape: A Paralyzed Man Could Still Read Dickens; A Man In The Grips Of Dementia Might Have Flashes Of The Must Absurd Beauty.

I've Never Flown A Kite.

'breaking Bad.' Because It's The Best American Narrative Fiction Of The Last Ten Years.

The Lonliest Sound In The World Is Other People Making Love.

The Eternal Challenge For Screenwriter Adapters Is Figuring Out How To Make Something Work On Screen, When So Much Of What Made It Work In The Book Were The Thoughts Of The Character, And Obviously Wanting To Avoid Voiceover.

A Certain Luxury When You Get To Writing A Novel Is To Have The Space To Have Your Characters Just Banter.

Talent Must Be A Fanatical Mistress. She's Beautiful; When You're With Her, People Watch You, They Notice. But She Bangs On Your Door At Odd Hours, And She Disappears For Long Stretches, And She Has No Patience For The Rest Of Your Existence; Your Wife, Your Children, Your Friends. She Is The Most Thrilling Evening Of Your Week, But Some Day She Will Leave You For Good. One Night, After She's Been Gone For Years, You Will See Her On The Arm Of A Younger Man, And She Will Pretend Not To Recognize You.

I Like Having My Own Story Remain My Story.

Once You Realise That Heroes Die, Everything Becomes That Much More Terrifying.

And I Didn't Grow Up Wanting To Be A Director. I Grew Up Wanting To Be A Writer, So For Me, That Was Always The Goal - To Be A Novelist, Not A Screenwriter. And I Think, Again, If I Didn't Have The Novels, Maybe I'd Be Much More Frustrated By Not Having Directed Yet.

Contrary To Popular Belief, The Experience Of Terror Does Not Make You Braver. Perhaps Though, It Is Easier To Hide Your Fear When You're Afraid All The Time.

I'm Just Not A Natural Teacher.

This Wasn't The Way I Had Imagined My Adventures, But Reality Ignored My Wishes From The Get-go, Giving Me A Body Best Suited For Stacking Books In The Library, Injecting So Much Fear Into My Veins That I Could Only Cower In The Stairwell When The Violence Came. Maybe Someday My Arms And Legs Would Thicken With Muscle And The Fear Would Drain Away Like Dirty Bathwater. I Wish I Believed These Things Would Happen, But I Didn't.

You Don't Like The Girl. You Don't Know What Color Eyes She Has, You Don't Like Her.

Showrunner I Admire: Weiss: "all Friendship Bias Duly Acknowledged: Rob Mcelhenney And The Guys At 'it's Always Sunny In Philadelphia' Have Been Doing Their Show For Longer Than Any Live Action Comedy. To Make Something That Consistently Great For That Long, And To Keep It Fresh ... I Think That's A Tremendous Accomplishment.

That Is The Way We Decided To Talk, Free And Easy, Two Young Men Discussing A Boxing Match. That Was The Only Way To Talk. You Couldn't Let Too Much Truth Seep Into Your Conversation, You Couldn't Admit With Your Mouth What Your Eyes Had Seen. If You Opened The Door Even A Centimeter, You Would Smell The Rot Outside And Hear The Screams. You Did Not Open The Door. You Kept Your Mind On The Tasks Of The Day, The Hunt For Food And Water And Something To Burn, And You Saved The Rest For The End Of The War.

She Leaned Forward And Kissed Me On The Lips. He Mouth Was Cold, Her Lips Rough From The Winter Wind, And If The Mystics Are Right And We Are Doomed To Repeat Our Squalid Lives Ad Infinitum, At Least I Will Always Return To That Kiss

Hollywood Screenwriters Tend To Have The Longevity Of Nfl Running Backs. So The Truth Is No One Can Put More Pressure On Us Than We Put On Ourselves.

Trending Author

Category