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“I looked at them all. 'You can't spend your life up here.'" "The moment I said it I remembered Alan saying tat in a way he HAD spent his life up here, That his memories of the Moon were so bright and vivid that the things he did on Earth seemed grey by comparison. And I thought how completely cosmic it would be if I could fix that for them. If I could make it so that part of them was always up here. So that when they were back on Earth and their dads were yelling and pushing them on, they could just tune out and come back up here, where -- in their brightest memories -- they would always be kids.”

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Frank Cottrell Boyce
Frank Cottrell Boyce

Frank Cottrell Boyce, born on September 23, 1959, is a British screenwriter known for his humorous and insightful works across film, television, and theater. more

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