“Oh, all the charming ghosts I feel around me who should share this! It was our privilege for a little while to serve that beautiful thing, the film, and we never doubted for a moment that it was the most powerful thing, the mind and heartbeat of our technical century.”
“The little things of life simply don’t worry her at all. Gales of temperament can rage around her – she remains undisturbed. I have seen her at a time when anyone else would have been distraught with anxiety, come quietly in from the set, eat her luncheon calmly and collectedly, then pick up some little book of philosophy and read it steadily until they sent for her.” – Phillis Moir (secretary to Lillian, 1925 – 27) –
Darkness gathering in a lonely hotel room – a little figure crouching at the window, staring into the night.
– What are you lookin at dear?
– Nothing aunt Alice, just looking.
Always her reply would be the same – always the same heart-hunger behind it. A dozen, twenty years later, a slender, white figure on a window seat, staring into the depths of the California night.
– What are you looking at, Lillian? (her mother asks).
– Nothing mother, just looking.”
– Life and Lillian Gish – Albert Bigelow Paine, NY 1932 –