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Movie Quote of the Day – La nuit américaine (Day for Night), 1973 (dir. François Truffaut)


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Director Ferrand: Shooting a film is like a stagecoach ride in the Old West. When you start, you are hoping for a pleasant trip, but pretty soon, you just hope you’ll reach your destination.

Movie Quote of the Day – Fahrenheit 451, 1966 (dir. François Truffaut)


Montag: [reading] There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. I had endeavored to adapt Dora to myself and found it impracticable. It remained for me to adapt myself to Dora, to share with her what I could and be happy. It made my second year much happier than my first, and, what was better still, made Dora’s life all sunshine. But as that year wore on, Dora was not strong. I had hoped that lighter hands than mine would help to mold her character and that a baby’s smile upon her breast might change my child-wife to a woman. It was not to be. My pretty Dora. We thought she would be running about as she used to do in a few days. But they said wait a few days more, and then wait a few days more, and still she neither ran nor walked. I began to carry her downstairs every morning and upstairs every night. But sometimes when I took her up, I felt that she was lighter in my arms. A dead, blank feeling came upon me, as if I were approaching some frozen region yet unseen that numbed my life. I avoided direct recognition of this feeling by any name, over any communing with myself. Until one night when it was very strong upon me and my aunt had left her with her parting cry, ‘Oh, good-bye, little blossom.’ I sat down at my desk, alone, and tried to think. Oh, what a fatal name it was. And how the blossom withered in its bloom up in the tree.
[Doris bursts into tears]
Jackie: I knew that’s what would happen. It’s what I’ve always said. Life isn’t like novels, novels and tears, novels and suicide. Novels are sick. That was sheer cruelty, Montag. You’re a cruel man.
Helen: All those words; idiotic words. Evil words that hurt people. Isn’t there enough trouble as it is? Why disturb people with that sort of filth?
Linda: Poor, Doris.
Helen: Bye, Linda. We were having such a nice party. Such a shame.
Doris: I can’t bear to know those feelings. I’d forgotten all about those things.
Linda: Oh, I’m sorry, Doris.