When I first saw Mia on the set I thought she was ravishing, just breathtaking. The New England summer sun was hitting her face under this chiffon lilac hat and she looked just like my father’s Daisy should look.
I wanted to get up and slap him on the back. I had one of those renewals of complete faith in him that I’d experienced before.
We are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want any one to know or than we know ourselves. When I hear a man proclaiming himself an ‘average, honest, open fellow,’ I feel pretty sure that he has some definite and perhaps terrible abnormality which he has agreed to conceal- and his protestation of being average and honest and open is his way of reminding himself of his misprision.
Of course all life is a process of breaking down, but the blows that do the dramatic side of the work— the big sudden blows that come, or seem to come, from outside— the ones you remember and blame things on and, in moments of weakness, tell your friends about, don’t show their effect all at once.