And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Beautiful words from a beautiful book about a beautiful time of year. Bring it on 100+ degree Texas weather!
How many actors have a shot at being a part of something that became a part of pop culture? It’s been very rewarding. I’m not getting the 20 million bucks for the new movies, but at least I’m getting warmth and recognition from people wherever I go.
And another bites the dust…RIP Adam West…
Happy birthday Prince. Your death, more than a year later, still feels surreal. #PrinceDay
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
For those of you having a tough time looking for new starts, please know it only gets better.
The girl said “Yes” when I wasn’t ready. I kissed her lightly and got so dizzy I had to sit down.
For all you folks out there worried about their first spring kiss: you ain’t the only one who has had awkward moments. Besides, it’s much more fun to tell an awkward kissing story than a perfect one. xD
Happy birthday Greg Berlanti!
I think in television there’s more of an awareness about a need for more diversity, but there still needs to be great practical strides taken to improve diversity in front of and behind the camera.
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
My dear, I don’t give a damn.
Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind
Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Blown in the open mead? Or to the lute give heed In the green bowers.
-Lord Edward Thurlow