Will Gluck
Will Gluck
Will Gluck is an American film director, film producer, screenwriter, songwriter, and composer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionDirector
CountryUnited States of America
brain honor
Honor the words that enter and attach to your brain.
mother lying father
As I saw it, all my mother's life, my father held her down, like lead strapped to her ankles. She was buoyant by nature; she wanted to travel, go to the theater, go to museums. What he wanted was to lie on the couch with the Times over his face, so that death, when it came, wouldn't seem a significant change.
travel memorable forgotten
What was difficult was the travel, which, on arrival, is forgotten.
heart mind trusted
That's why I'm not to be trusted. Because a wound to the heart is also a wound to the mind
loneliness heart wind
Desire, loneliness, wind in the flowering almond— surely these are the great, the inexhaustible subjects to which my predecessors apprenticed themselves. I hear them echo in my own heart, disguised as convention.
sister two dancer
Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
mourning intense intense-love
Intense love always leads to mourning.
summer night joy
Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived— what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?
hurt lying love-you
He takes her in his arms He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you But he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end You're dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.
feelings mind great-things
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me.
pain childhood
From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.
moving writing doe
The master said you must write what you see / But what I see does not move me / The master answered Change what you see.
brother heart long-ago
The Red Poppy The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered.
writing unsaid great-power
The unsaid, for me, exerts great power...