Civilizations die from suicide, not murder
There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves.
Hormones are very powerful things. We are helpless in their wake.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
Life is shaped from the inside out.
I try not to divide plot and character. I get to know a character by what they want and fear and how those internal forces play out in their lives.
Almost inevitably there are tensions in the picture, tensions between the outside world and the inside world. For me, a successful picture resolves these tensions without eliminating them.
There is an idea, the basis of an internal structure, expanded and split into different shapes or groups of sound constantly changing in shape, direction, and speed, attracted and repulsed by various forces.
Self-confidence is not hope; it is the self-judgment of your own internal forces in their relation to the world without, which results from the failure of many hopes and the non-realization of many fears.
