I wasn't there long enough to hear them say what they were. |
I'm not that worried about the whole top 125 thing, but it certainly would be nice to finish strong and get up in there, ... I played so poorly at the start of the year. I'm playing better, just not putting well. It makes it kind of hard to compete. |
I've played pretty solid this week. I've made a lot of putts and my short game's been pretty good, |
If I would have just selected the few tournaments to play at the end of the year or whatever, I probably wouldn't have had a very good chance of getting into the top 125. |
It was really no big deal then, and still isn't to me. I think the whole problem with it is they made a really big deal of it after I left. To me, it was already done. I was at home. I don't really even remember it. |
It's not color, it's like pouring 40 tablespoons of sugar water over a roast. |
Other than one putt, I made just about every putt that I should have made today, |
She fought her enemy, consciousness, with sedatives |
Talk to them about things they don't know. Try to give them an inferiority complex. If the actress is beautiful, screw her. If she isn't, present her with a valuable painting she will not understand. If they insist on being boring, kick their asses or twist their noses. And that's about all there is to it. |
Talk to them about things they don't know. Try to give them an inferiority complex. If the actress is beautiful, screw her. If she isn't, present her with a valuable painting she will not understand. If they insist on being boring, kick their asses or twist their noses. And that's about all there is to it. |
The directing of a picture involves coming out of your individual loneliness and taking a controlling part in putting together a small world. A picture is made. You put a frame around it and move on. And one day you die. That is all there is to it. |
What to do when inspiration doesn't come: Be careful not to spook, get the wind up, force things into position. You must wait around until the idea comes. |
Yeah, hopefully it will happen again. |
You walk through a series of arches, so to speak, and then, presently, at the end of a corridor, a door opens and you see backward through time, and you feel the flow of time, and realize you are only part of a great nameless procession. |