garrett hedlund | details magazine february 2013“I’d hang out at the Borders Bookstore until it closed and then I would stick the book back on the shelf until the next day. That was safe. No one was going to buy three copies of [Charles] Bukowski’s Tales of Ordinary Madness by the next afternoon.” (Garrett on his high school handouts)
There’s the briefest of moments where we hold their life in our hands and then we rip it away and we’re left with nothing.
“There’s a man sitting with you today. His name is David. He is the closest thing to a a son I will ever have. He will never grow old and he will never die. And yet he is unable to appreciate these remarkable gifts, for that would require the one thing that David will never have: a soul.” —Peter Weyland