“He often took me to the studio where the movies were made and I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember how the sun shone through all the windows. I thought it looked like a fairytale palace. One afternoon your husband appeared and shook my hand. And he told me something I never forgot. He crouched on one knee and whispered to me, “If you ever wanted to know where dreams come from when you’re sleeping at night, you just have to look around you, that’s where they are made.”
