Evolution is a blind giant who rolls a snowball down a hill. The ball is made of flakes--circumstances. They contribute to the mass without knowing it. They adhere without intention, and without foreseeing what is to result. When they see the result they marvel at the monster ball and wonder how the contriving of it came to be originally thought out and planned. Whereas there was no such planning, there was only a law: the ball once started, all the circumstances that happened to lie in its path would help to build it, in spite of themselves.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens, 1835-1910
I just choose the scripts I want to work on. I don't know why. It's not something conscious or that I'm doing on purpose.
What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.
I don't pick and choose subjects or settings; they pick and choose me.
I don't consciously go out looking for themes. They attach themselves to me.
People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.
I choose films based on gut instinct.
Unconsciously we seek the principles and opinions which are suited to our temperament, so that at last it seems as if these principles and opinions had formed our character and given it support and stability.
