Category: Writing
Dear Nat, …The weather here seems to be brightening and at long last we may get Taylor up on that Sphinx, if we can ever get her out of Burton’s arms. During one of the love scenes the other day, Mankiewicz said, “Cut, then louder, “Cut.” Then he said to…
In fact, Mr. Watson, it’s a queer world, and the longer I live in it the queerer I find it. Once I thought it would be a good idea to regulate things myself and run the world as it ought to be run; but I gave it up long ago.…
“Life is bristling with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to cultivate one’s garden.” Voltaire
“In the twentieth century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, animosity will be dead, royalty will be dead, and dogmas will be dead; but Man will live. For all there will be but one country—that country the whole earth; for all there will be but one hope—that…
Even if you’re fighting with your beloved, the point is never to lose connection. Sometimes, even in heated debate, the Mr. and I find we’re still touching, and there’s not a damn thing make-believe about that. No matter what is said, it helps…
That’s my father, he died many years ago on a business trip to London. And being my father’s daughter, this is the deal—this portrait of him is a link to my Hollywood novel, click and it’ll take you to Amazon. Hold onto your hats for a rare “non-fiction” moment, I…
Aldous Huxley, The Art of Fiction No. 24, Paris Review Interviewed by Raymond Fraser, George Wickes It is rather odd to find Aldous Huxley in a suburb of Los Angeles called Hollywood. He lives in an unpretentious hilltop house that suggests the Tudor period of American real-estate history. On a…