Sometimes I wish I never had to sleep. Sometimes I think that if I stay very, very still, if I never move at all, things will change. I think if I freeze myself I can freeze the pain. Sometimes I won’t move for hours. I will not move an inch. If time stands still nothing can go wrong.
The Art of Ray Harryhausen ~ R.I.P.
(June 29, 1920 - May 7, 2013)
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
I am half agony, half hope.