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“Vincent Peranio (Production Designer): I like the lighting. In so many vacant houses where we were filming, we're filming in a natural light or making it look like natural light because it didn't have electricity. Actually, some of the lighting to me was almost like a painting from the past, like from the seventeenth century, a Rembrandt look about it, the darkness of the house and the sunlight searing through the boarded-up windows. I think the show was bleak and beautiful in the way that looking at ruins in a ruined civilisation are.”

“Vincent wanted a life mate. He wanted someone to share his hopes and dreams and even his sorrows with. His parents’ relationship had been full of love and support and caring. They’d been true life mates, bonded and inseparable until his mother’s death. He wanted that. He wanted someone to laugh with and cry with and to hold close in the dark of night and the harsh light of day. It was why he’d traveled so far and wide during his life. Vincent had been actively seeking his life mate.”

“Vinculándolo a la -fragilidad- de la civilización industrial, un neurólogo y psiquiatra diagnosticó algo más tarde que el uso de drogas crecería sin pausa, al preciso ritmo del insomnio, la neurosis y el abatimiento. Cuando los problemas de supervivencia dejan de ser abrumadores aparecen otros de tipo más -interno-, a caballo entre la locura y el letargo carnal, o mero efecto de tensiones inherentes a la libre competencia. De hecho, las causas externas para esa -nerviosidad- se encontraban por todas partes; desde el punto de vista económico y sociológico estaban los procesos inflacionarios, los riesgos de la especulación, el peligro de desfase que introduce la innovación de técnicas comerciales, la proletarización de las poblaciones campesinas, las condiciones de hacinamiento en grandes ciudades, las nuevas formas de miseria que el maquinismo inventa-”

“Vine un moment în viaţa omului în care trebuie să se trezească din rutină şi din amorţeala sufletului şi să-şi evalueze viaţa, cu tot ceea ce înseamnă ea: realizări, eşecuri, fericire, tristeţe şi oameni. Un moment de sinceritate, în care să înceteze să se mai amăgească. De prea multe ori amânăm acel moment. Îl amânăm, poate, din lipsa de curaj, de dragul unor oameni pe care-i iubim şi care depind de noi, de teama că un nou început nu ne asigură o reuşită, sau poate pentru că încă nu suntem pregătiţi să abandonăm drumul care nu ne duce nicăieri şi să pornim spre drumuri noi. Nu e uşor... Pentru că un astfel de moment presupune rupturi dureroase de oameni, de locuri şi renunţări la vise. Omul nu ştie cât este de puternic până când nu se aruncă în luptă. Iar teama de eşec îl face uneori laş şi îl obligă să se resemneze cu o viaţă lipsită de frumos şi de sens. Sau e posibil ca, uneori, omul să uite să se preţuiască şi trăieşte cu impresia că nu merită o viaţă frumoasă, că fericirea este pentru cei aleşi, şi de aceea nici nu îndrăzneşte măcar să spere, să viseze şi să lupte. Acest moment îl sperie... îl sperie schimbările drastice, alegerile, luptele, incertitudinile şi nu se gândeşte aproape deloc că el înseamnă, de fapt, un nou început, alte posibilităţi, o salvare dintr-o viaţă netrăită aşa cum ar trebui. Şi astfel îşi iroseşte viaţa şi se abandonează pe sine neputinţei. Iar într-o zi se trezeşte cu sufletul încărcat cu regrete şi cu convingerea că e prea târziu...”

“Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors, And all this our very utmost toil Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength Whether in oxen or in men, we dull The edges of our ploughshares, and in return Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed, And so today the farmer shakes his head, More and more often sighing that his work, The labour of his hands, has come to naught.”

“ving self and others is an every second of every day of every week, of every month, of every year gift that should not be taken for granted or withdrawn for petty arguments and misunderstandings. No one knows the day nor the hour that we or a loved one will meet our expiration here on this earth. Time to make time to heal, amend and/or forgive broken relationships, to live your dreams without regret and love like there is no tomorrow for when tomorrow is no longer there...memories will be great and consciences will be clear.”

“Vinyl is so outdated nowadays. I can make a track in my hotel room today, and play it for the crowd tomorrow. That never happens with vinyl. I played a lot of acetates at the end of my vinyl period - I used to make tracks and get them pressed in four or five days - but the quality was always so bad and they would skip all the time. The vinyl days for me are over. I still buy vinyl, but only albums, and just to play. For DJing, vinyl is a nightmare.”

“Vinyl, CDs or laptops, it doesn't matter - you should use whatever you're comfortable with. If you're on the dancefloor and there's good music coming out of the speakers, that should be enough. If you're standing there storing your chin going: 'This would sound better if it was on vinyl', yes it might do, but at the end of the day, people want to go to a party.”

“Viola Davis keeps saying this movie should be called The Big Responsibility instead of The Help, because there were so many groups of people that you wanna do right by. You want to do right by Southerners and the African-American community and the readers of the book and the people that grew up with domestics and the people who worked as domestics. There's a million different groups that you're trying to please and satisfy that you're worried about not loving what comes across onscreen.”

“Viola had a harrowing story about riding a bicycle west out of the burnt-out ruins of a Connecticut suburb, aged fifteen, harboring vague notions of California but set upon by passersby long before she got there, grievously harmed, joining up with other half feral teenagers in a marauding gang and then slipping away from them, walking alone for a hundred miles, whispering French to herself because all the horror in her life had transpired in English and she thought switching languages might save her, wandering into a town through which the Symphony passed five years later.”