Story by Robert McKee

The Strangest Man by Graham Farmelo

Longitude by Dava Sobel

The Alchemy of Air by Thomas Hager

Beyond The Blue Skies

Beyond the blue skies                     

I may find all the reasons why,

so many doubts, so many whys.

There was a time 

I thought I knew...

There was a time 

I thought I knew...

But it was only youth 

exuding from my pores.

Beyond the blue skies

Lie all the answers.

If only I could fly so high.

      

Ashes to Ashes

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Dialogue from the film Synecdoche, New York

          "Everything is more complicated than  
          you think. You only see a tenth of 
          what is true. There are a million  
          little strings attached to every 
          choice you make; you can destroy 
          your life every time you choose. 
          But maybe you won't know for twenty  
          years. And you'll never ever trace 
          it to its source. And you only get 
          one chance to play it out. Just try  
          and figure out your own divorce. 
          And they say there is no fate, but 
          there is: it's what you create.  
          Even though the world goes on for  
          eons and eons, you are here for a  
          fraction of a fraction of a second.  
          Most of your time is spent being 
          dead or not yet born. But while  
          alive, you wait in vain, wasting 
          years, for a phone call or a letter  
          or a look from someone or something  
          to make it all right. And it never 
          comes or it seems to but doesn't 
          really. And so you spend your time 
          in vague regret or vaguer hope for 
          something good to come along.  
          Something to make you feel 
          connected, to make you feel whole, 
          to make you feel loved." 

          From Charlie Kaufman's Synecdoche, New York