The age of recording is necessarily an age of nostalgia–when was the past so hauntingly accessible?–but its bitterest insight is the incapacity of even the most perfectly captured sound to restore the moment of its...

Hannah expected this to make her sob even more, but instead she found her tears drying up and her tummy growing warm. How dare they? How dare they do this to little girls? She understood...

She put her tongue out and felt the raw edges of the torn silk. She looped her tongue around them and drew them into her teeth. Just a little bit, she thought, that’s all I...

It’s not about ‘succeeding,’ but sometimes on a film, you know you’ve captured something.

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.