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“Jocul, ispravit mereu printr-o cazatura, nu era decat o poveste care anunta viitorul. Asa cum sunt toate jocurile copilariei: marionetele ne arata cat de scurta si de tulburata ne e viata, de-a v-ati ascunselea ne invata cum se cauta emotiile, Inelus-invartecus, cat ai de alergat ca sa-ti indeplinesti dorintele, iar de-a baba oarba, dragostea oarba si dibuitul.”

“Jodie Foster did it, Natalie Portman did it. I think it's entirely possible to juggle university with filming... I actually think going to university will make me a better actress. The experience of living like that, working to deadlines, living with other students. It's all the things I want. There are actresses who don't know about things like doing their own laundry and getting a bus. I'm not going to be like that. For me, this is just the beginning. I've only shown a little bit of what I can do. There is so much more to come.”

“Joe [Wright] reached out to me and sent me a treatment, and I said yes on the spot just from the treatment. Within six weeks, I was in Cape Town and there was a script [of Black Mirror episode 'Nosedive'], but I didn't realize until I received the full script that Rashida [Jones] and Michael [Schur] had worked on it. It's a particularly funny episode. Joe and I always looked at it as a satire; it has a lot of comedic elements to it.”

“Joe bedachte sie mit einem letzten finsteren Blick und wandte sich ab, dabei seine sporenbewehrten Fersen in die Seiten seines Pferds pressend, um es wieder anzutreiben. Doch im nächsten Augenblick riss er in erschrockener Hast die Zügel zurück und hob die Hand zum Zeichen, dass Katherine ebenfalls anhalten sollte. Sein Gesicht verriet Alarmbereitschaft. Irritiert folgte sie seinem Blick. Auf einer nahen Anhöhe sah sie sieben indianische Krieger zu Pferd, die sie aufmerksam beobachteten. Ein entsetztes Keuchen entfloh ihrer Kehle. Eilig zügelte sie den Rotfuchs und spürte, wie Panik sie ergriff. Woher waren sie so überraschend gekommen? Noch vor einer Minute waren sie nicht da gewesen! Mit unerschütterlicher Gelassenheit verharrten die Krieger nebeneinander auf dem Kamm des Hügels, hoheitsvoll, einschüchternd und furchterregend, während der unablässige Wind in ihrem langen Haar und den vielen Federn wühlte. Nicht einmal ihre Ponys schienen sich zu rühren. »Arapaho«, raunte Joe ihr zu, ohne den Blick von den Indianern zu wenden.”

“Joe DiMaggio batted safely in 56 consecutive games in 1941, the same season Ted Williams batted .406—but did you know that also in 1941, Jeff Heath, an outfielder who spent a decade playing for the Indians, became the first player in AL history to hit 20 doubles, 20 triples, and 20 home runs in the same season? It’s true.”

“Joe had always pretended indifference to flowers. He preferred fruit trees, herbs and vegetables, things to be picked and harvested, stored, dried, pickled, bottled, pulped, made into wine. But there were always flowers in his garden all thee same. Planted as if on an afterthought: dahlias, poppies, lavender, hollyhocks. Roses twined among the tomatoes. Sweet peas among the bean poles. Part of it was camouflage, of course. Part of it a lure for bees. But the truth was that Joe liked flowers, and was reluctant even to pull weeds. Jay would not have seen the rose garden if he had not known where to look. The wall against which the roses had once been trained had been partly knocked down, leaving an irregular section of brick about fifteen feet long. Greenery had shot up it, almost reaching the top, creating a dense thicket in which he hardly recognized the roses themselves. With the shears he clipped a few briars free and revealed a single large red rose almost touching the ground. "Old rose," remarked Joe, peering closer. "Best kind for cookin'. You should try makin' some rose petal jam. Champion." Jay wielded the shears again, pulling the tendrils away from the bush. He could see more rosebuds now, tight and green away from the sun. The scent from the open flower was light and earthy.”

“Joe!” he groaned, attempting to speak clearly. “Joe! Good ol’ Joe!” “Captain, you’re drunk!” Lofflin said, stating the obvious while trying to keep his voice level. Blaine grinned at him lopsidedly and giggled, almost choking. He slapped the table, knocking his empty glass over. “Ye-ss, I am! Don’t ssup-pose you – think I co-uld ssit here an’ calmly wait t’die – dýou? Weee-ll, not ssob-er anyway. Ha ha ha.” Disgust and hopelessness were swelling inside him. He felt like punching that drunken face till it was either sober or unconscious. “Damn it, Captain! We need you – the crew needs you! You’re turning your back on them – in our most desperate time!”

“Joe himself remained the same as ever, picking his early fruit and laying it out in crates, making jam from windfalls, pointing out wild herbs and picking them when the moon was full, collecting bilberries from the moors and blackberries from the railway banking, preparing chutney from his tomatoes, piccalilli from his cauliflowers, lavender bags for sleeplessness, wintergreen for rapid healing, hot peppers and rosemary in oil and pickled onions for the winter. And, of course, there was the wine. Throughout all that summer Jay smelled wine brewing, fermenting, aging. All kinds of wine: beet root, pea pod, raspberry, elderflower, rose hip, jackapple, plum, parsnip, ginger, blackberry. The house was a distillery, with pans of fruit boiling on the stove, demijohns of wine waiting on the kitchen floor to be decanted into bottles, muslins drying on the clothesline for straining the fruit, sieves, buckets, bottles, funnels, laid out in neat rows ready for use.”

“Joe “Hunt” Gamsky still purports to be a devotee of Yogananda and is visited occasionally by members of Ananda Church of Self-Realization. I wonder, if they or anyone ever asks Joe how it felt to strangle poor little Richard Mayer; Or how he feels about getting away with that now?”

“Joe Hunt said he just kept shooting, a lot of times. He said that at one point Ron Levin's brain jumped out of his skull and fell on his chest. Joe seemed like he thought that was kind of neat in a weird way, as if it had surprised him. He was very casual when he was telling me all of this, matter-of-fact, except when he laughed about the brain.”