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I read it twice, and both times it kindled my rage

My mother drove and drove, down the winding highway, while thunder cracked and rain skittered off the windows… and then past the storm to sun and perfect sky

“We all want Zoberman’s to succeed. So why are we — why does it feel like we’re fighting... fighting different battles?”

“I need you to tell me that my film idea is amazing and revolutionary, that it’ll be stupendously successful and change the world”

“There are times when an… an illness comes over me.” He forces himself to say the word. Illness. It is not the devil

“What about this girl made you think of my son?”