This self-respect and sense of self-worth, the innermost armament of the soul, lies at the heart of humanness; to be deprived of it is to be dehumanized, to be cleaved from, and cast below, mankind.— Laura Hillenbrand
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People think I must have been turning cartwheels on the night I sealed the movie deal - which was only two days after sealing the book deal - but I was really quite terrified.
I think authors can get into trouble viewing the subject matter as their turf
The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer.
For me, being a writer was never a choice.
I was born one. All through my childhood I wrote short stories and stuffed them in drawers. I wrote on everything. I didn't do my homework so I could write
Without dignity, identity is erased. In its absence, men are defined not by themselves, but by their captors and the circumstances in which they are forced to live.
Without dignity, identity is erased.
Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen.
The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a man's soul in his body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it.
His conviction that everything happened for a reason, and would come to good, gave him laughing equanimity even in hard times.
A lifetime of glory is worth a moment of pain. Louie thought: Let go.
Fatigue is what we experience, but it is what a match is to an atomic bomb.
I think if I had been writing fiction, where the work is entirely dependent on the writer's creativity and the potential directions the narrative might take are infinite, I might have frozen
Such beauty, he thought, was too perfect to have come about by mere chance.
That day in the center of the Pacific was, to him, a gift crafted deliberately, compassionately, for him and Phil. Joyful and grateful in the midst of slow dying, the two men bathed in that day until sunset brought is, and their time in the doldrums, to an end.
My illness is excruciating and difficult to cope with.
It takes over your entire life and causes more suffering than I can describe.
When he thought of his history, what resonated with him now was not all that he had suffered but the divine love that he believed had intervened to save him.
Since signing with Universal, I have been working closely with Gary Ross, the director, producer and screenwriter. We have spent many hours on the phone, and I've been sending him information and items that have been useful to the writing process.
Having a lot of people suddenly depending on me to get the job done was a marvelous motivator. The book and movie deals seemed to flip a switch in my head, and off I went
He had no money and no home; he lived entirely on the road of the racing circuit, sleeping in empty stalls, carrying with him only a saddle, his rosary, and his books...The books were the closest thing he had to furniture, and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs.
My work was entirely nonfiction.
Honestly, I expected to get a cold reception because of my subject matter.
But when editors took a look at the story I had to tell, and saw that this was not a parochial story at all, they really warmed to it
But with nonfiction, the task is very straightforward: Do the research, tell the story
I identified in a very deep way with the individuals I was writing about because the theme that runs through this story is of extraordinary hardship and the will to overcome it.
What God asks of men, said [Billy] Graham, is faith.
His invisibility is the truest test of that faith. To know who sees him, God makes himself unseen.
I am actually in poor health due to chronic fatigue and immune dysfunction syndrome, and my ability to work is greatly diminished right now, so I have to get better before I can start another big project
Books on horse racing subjects have never done well, and I am told that publishers had come to think of them as the literary version of box office poison
Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen.
At that moment, something shifted sweetly inside him.
It was forgiveness, beautiful and effortless and complete. For Louie Zamperini, the war was over.
I'm attracted to subjects who overcome tremendous suffering and learn to cope emotionally with it.
Most people, when they hear the disease name, it's all they know about it.
It sounds so mild. When I first was sick, for the first 10 years or so, I was dismissed. I was ridiculed and told I was lazy. It was a joke.
I have to detach myself completely from aspirations.
I hardly ever listen to music anymore because it arouses all of this yearning in me.
In 1938... the year's #1 newsmaker was not FDR, Hitler, or Mussolini. Nor was it Lou Gehrig or Clark Gable. The subject of the most newspaper column inches in 1938 wasn't even a person. It was an undersized, crooked-legged racehorse named Seabiscuit.
I had been writing professionally since 1988
We just sat there and watched the plane pass the island, and it never came back," he said. "I could see it on the radar. It makes you feel terrible. Life was cheap in war.
The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when they make their tormentors suffer. In seeking the Bird's death to free himself, Louie had chained himself, once again, to his tyrant. During the war, the Bird had been unwilling to let go of Louie; after the war, Louie was unable to let go of the Bird.
And at that point, I think my experience in covering the subject helped me.
I think editors felt comfortable with the idea of me telling this story because I had demonstrated that I know this business pretty well
His books were the closest thing he had to furniture and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs.
For 'Seabiscuit,' I interviewed 100 people I never met.
...maybe it was better to break a man's leg than to break his heart.
Louie and Seabiscuit were both Californians and both on the sports pages in the 1930s. I was fascinated. When I learned about his World War II experiences, I thought, 'If this guy is still alive, I want to meet him.'
While it's really hard to do, at the same time, I'm escaping my body, which I really want to do. I'm living someone else's life. I get very intensely into the story, into the interviews and the research. I'm experiencing things along with my subjects. I have a freedom I don't have in my physical life.
The biggest problem has been exhaustion.
I've spent about 6 of the last 14 years completely bedridden.
I look at the film as an opportunity to see some bountifully creative minds do something that I could not do - tell the story with images. I can't wait to see what they do.
I'm looking for a way out of here. I can't have it physically, so I'm going to have it intellectually. It was a beautiful thing to ride Seabiscuit in my imagination. And it's just fantastic to be there alongside Louie as he's breaking the NCAA mile record. People at these vigorous moments in their lives - it's my way of living vicariously.
I am in an altogether new world now. I can think of nothing more wonderful. It is a real touch of all that heaven means.
I was 8 years old when I went across the street from my house to a fair, and they always had a used book sale. For a quarter I bought a book called 'Come On Seabiscuit.' I loved that book. It stayed with me all those years.
I just thought I was empty and now I'm being filled...and I just wanted to keep being filled.
I've used a cellphone exactly twice. Things move on. The world changes. And I don't know it.
... character reigns preeminent in determining potential.
This disease leaves people bedridden.
I've gone through phases where I couldn't roll over in bed. I couldn't speak. To have it called 'fatigue' is a gross misnomer.
It's easy to talk to a horse if you understand his language.
Horses stay the same from the day they are born until the day they die. They are only changed by the way people treat them.