- Sandra Bullock
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The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, As Love comes brooding down on human hearts, With bliss that hath no utterance save rich tears. She floats in fragrance down the smiling dark, Foldeth a kiss upon the lips of Life– Curtaineth into rest the weary world– And shuts us in with all our hid delights.
I never know what my next move will be in Hollywood. It’s such an unpredictable town. People get jaded and lost and I’ve been able to stay a float. I think the next logical step in my career would be to start my own filmmaking empire like (Harvey Weinstein) and (Bob Weinstein) did so many years ago. I think if only the unions weren’t so strict in Boston, I’d set up shop there and make films of a certain quality you don’t see represented these days. I’m full of ideas and dreams.