I’m like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other. (Breakfast at Tiffany’s 1961)
I have lived on stairs haven’t I? I don’t know it always happened. Stairs are very, very dramatic. I’ve killed men on stairs, fallen down on stairs. I don’t know it’s a strange thing. In Madame Sin there is a gorgeous staircase and I said to the director ‘You’re of course going to have me come down those stairs.’ He said. ’ I never thought of it.’
Robert Donat, Everley Gregg (back to camera), and Jean Parker in The Ghost Goes Home (1936).
Robert Donat and Ralph Richardson in “The Citadel.”
Ralph’s Motorbike has quietly lost her mind over some sort of sport’s team, but she is so right about one thing: there is a lot here to love. What? No, I’m not at all writing a Citadel AU with no women where Bob and Ralph live together five-ever blowing up sewers and curing all known diseases.
Robert Donat as Richard Hannay in Hitchcock’s The 39 Steps (1935)
I just found this way back in my Photobucket account and thought I would post this for Jenny, because she understands my pain.
I like Tumblr slideshows, so I made one. It got a little wordy. I just have so many words. Of love. Hope you enjoy.