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As Mr. Lucas works his way down the freeway through Marin County’s rush-hour traffic at the wheel of his top-of-the-line dark green BMW, his children in the back seat sing along to pop hits playing on the radio. “There’s no one I admire more than single mothers, because they are the real heroes,” Mr. Lucas tells me cheerfully. “Children are the whole point of life. Even as I was getting divorced, I decided that taking care of the kids was the most important thing I could do. You have to open yourself up to it, but I don’t think there is any greater spiritual joy.”

Look man, we’d probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid everything is? In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what’s human and magical that still live and glow despite the times’ darkness. Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.

I just think goodness is more interesting. Evil is constant. You can think of different ways to murder people, but you can do that at age five. But you have to be an adult to consciously, deliberately be good – and that’s complicated.

Toni Morrison [x] (via becketted)

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing – not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision – a cocktail, a remix – of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes – we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.

Caitlin Moran (via badcode)

Movie-making is soaring, because we’re developed digital technology. The equipment is smaller. It’s cheaper. And it’s now becoming democratized, so anybody can make a movie. And this is what’s happening. It’s like writing.

And that’s good, because now, everybody can have a voice. It used to be that only the rich could make movies.

George Lucas [x]