It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever." -Jane-
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Barishon k mosam me,
Dil ki sarzamino pr,
Gard kyu bikharti hai?
Is trah k mosam me,
Phol kyu nahi khilte?
LOG KYU NHI MILTY?
Kyu faqat ye tanhai sath sath rehti hai?
Kyu bicharne walo ki,
Yad sath rehti hai?
Itni tez barish se,
Dil k aaine per se,
Aks kyu nahi dhulte?
Zakhm kyu nahi silte?
Neend kyu nahi aati?
Barisho k mosam me,
Aankh kyu brasti hai?
Ashk kyu nahi thamte?
Barishon k mosam me,
Log kyu nhe milte…
I wrote and directed and acted in it and produced it, every job I have since that - and Star Wars included - I look at it completely different now. Now that I've seen how it gets made, I can appreciate the jobs that people are doing, and it's also become a different learning experience for me to work on things because I'm watching pros at the top of their field do their jobs and just picking up on their tricks and all of their expertise and stashing them away in my brain.
Once I was on a plane and a woman said to me, 'Now, what's the matter with my tomatoes?' And I said, 'Well, it's a bit difficult to see from here.' She took offence and said, 'I was only trying to be friendly.'