Her face was made of angular planes, the shape of her mouth clear-cut, a sensual mouth held closed with inflexible precision. She kept her hands in the coat pockets, her posture taut, as if she resented immobility...

Like the moon, she brought light upon things that were once hidden. 
Now they shine like glitters in the dark.

Well actually I don&#39;t think it&#39;s a bunch of bad things that send us to hell. I think it is rejection of God&#39;s grace.

It was always something I knew I was capable of and from an early age my mother was involved in the film industry. She used to work at a production company. So I was exposed to a renaissance period of films in New Zealand back in the early 80&#39;s.

Written By Karl Urban

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