he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family,friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Forgive me.
Sometimes I get stuck in here.
Metaphorically.
Ive read this.
- Is it possible?
- You couldnt put a little more hot in,
could you?
And Im not very good at fairy tales,
so just give me the happy ending.
What I wrote is possible,
probably inevitable.
Separate uranium
then arrange for two portions
of the element to be brought together
suddenly, so that the resulting mass,
no bigger than
Love! Valour! Compassion! Script
I
I love my house.
Everybody does.
It was built in
and still has most
of the original roof.
The wallpaper in the dining room
is original, too.
So is a lot of the woodwork.
Youd have to be a fool
to change it.
I hope you appreciate detail.
The marble fireplace
is hand-carved.
The main stairs have
a very gentle rise.
Everyone comments how easy
it is to climb them.
Barely audible, an organ plays a haunting theme. The title credits appear. They are simple green lettering on a black background.
BLACK
TV MONITOR
Point of view from inside a small medicine cabinet. The door is opened creating a low hum, and throwing light on THX 1138, a man about thirty-five years old. He has a closely shaved head: which makes him appear bald. The image is distorted as seen over
"BATMAN RETURNS"
1 INT. A STUFFY MANSION--A NIGHT ABOUT FORTY YEARS AGO 1
The viewer floats through an overbearing mansion and
up its sweeping staircase to where a stern man in
conservative dress is pacing back and forth, smoking a
cigarette in a cigarette holder. He is the FATHER. The
throes-of-labor pants and moans of the MOTHER can be
heard from down the hall.
Now, eerie Gaas and Goos chill th