You cannot capture a man’s entire life in two hours. All you can hope is to leave the impression of one.
Why is it when you scratch a prim, starchy English schoolgirl, you get a swooning moving-picture fan who’s forgotten all she ever learned about the Battle of Hastings?[to Rita]
This is a business where the buyer gets nothing for his money but a memory. What he bought still belongs to the man who sold it. That’s the real magic of the movies, and don’t let anybody tell you different.
The narrative is one big circle, like a cinnamon roll, not a straight line pointing to the nearest exit.