“it’s kind-of this moral dilemma. a ghost is your companion, and now suddenly, you have one in your hand and you’re about to crush it. the first time this happens, you’re looking at your hand like: i can’t believe what i’ve just done. am i doing this? should i be doing this?”
you can own the earth and still, all you’ll own is earth until you can paint with all the colors of the wind pocahontas (1995)
