The root of all superstition is that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss, and commit to memory the one, and pass over the other.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
"The process of making a film is just as important as the final product."