And I could still draw. Nothing has lessened it, as much as I'd abused it,
as much as I'd abandoned it. It was a gift, and it was still mine. And
everything else was less real. What could it mean, that picture of the world?
But when it's true, we recognize it, in ourselves, in others. We recognize it,
like love, completely undeserved.
- Adapted to the screen by Mitch Glazer
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| Twentieth Century Fox |
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