Francis Coppola shot a sixty-eight-minute nudie-cutie called Tonight for Sure! (1962) — even though he now claims the later Dementia 13 (1962) was his debut […]

I wanna pick up where I left off, but I can't seem to find my place.

Perhaps you've seen a foxfire in the woods. Well, in the dark, it looks like a live, burning coal; but when you go to it, and take it up, it's only a piece of rotten wood.

At this moment Mr. Glentworth's eye fell on a little pencilled sketch of himself. In her joy at seeing the original, Isabella had forgotten the copy. Again a bright scarlet passed over her face; and her companion, from that necessity of saying something which originates more subjects of conversation than any thing else, observed, I did not know you had a talent for taking likenesses.