Harvey Keitel credited as playing...
Weldon
- Weldon Parish: The sun sets, slowly, igniting the sky in fiery shades of red and orange. In the distance, dark clouds rolled over the horizon, riding the summer winds. Soon they would give way to night. And with it would come the silence that washes over everything.
- Weldon Parish: Time is a precious thing, Jeremy. And the years teach much which the days never knew.
- Weldon Parish: Everybody needs a little lunacy. It's what frees us from the pain of this world. There's a wild man inside you, Jeremy. I can see him in your eyes. Why don't you let him out? You might like him.
- Jeremy Taylor: If he's anything like you, I think I'll keep him lockup, thanks.
- Weldon Parish: [strips off for skinny dipping]
- Jeremy Taylor: Okay... fine. I'll do it.
- Weldon Parish: Ha, too late!
- Jeremy Taylor: What?
- Weldon Parish: Too late. Life is about seizing the moment... and you let this one slip by.
- Weldon Parish: Priests shouldn't lie, Giovanni.
- Father Moretti: There is no lying in poker... only bluffing. And God forgives bluffing.
- Weldon Parish: Typewriters make you think about the words you choose more carefully, because you can't erase them with the push of a button.
- Jeremy Taylor: Look, You don't want to write, I don't want to dance, okay?
- Weldon Parish: So If I would write, you would dance?
- Jeremy Taylor: Maybe.
- Weldon Parish: I don't want to dance with you that bad...
- Weldon Parish: Anyone can use words. It's called talking. But writers arrange them in a way so that they take on a beauty in their form. Think of words as colors, and paper as a canvas.
- Weldon Parish: If you were writing a character who got punched in the stomach, how would you describe it?
- Jeremy Taylor: Just use my imagination.
- Weldon Parish: Okay, go ahead, tell me what it would feel like.
- Jeremy Taylor: I'd double over in pain, I'd be gasping for breath.
- Weldon Parish: Mmm. What else?
- Jeremy Taylor: I don't know.
- Weldon Parish: [laughs, punches him hard in the gut]
- Jeremy Taylor: [goes down writhing]
- Weldon Parish: Okay, now. You've got the doubling over and gasping for air part right. But there's also that burning sensation in your gut, the pounding in your head, the weak legs and teary eyes. Oh, notice the snot hanging out of your hose. There's feeling that you're never gonna breathe again, and then... your lungs fill with cool fresh air. That's experience.
- Weldon Parish: Describe her to me
- Jeremy Taylor: Sunlight frames her body.. in a golden glow of honeyed light, while the wind dances gently through the long strands of her hair, face is strong, proud, with eyes don't easily give away their secrets, a face that doesn't call out, but softly beckons