There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies. If it weren't for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family's turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper.

I suffer from and enjoy an incredibly vivid dream life. A lot of times there is a sort-of narrative and other times they are just funhouses of non-linear imagery and other scary stuff.

It was like losing an important weight-bearing bone, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying to figure out how to walk the streets without it.

I've never really felt that I've had the right hair cut, or had the right clothes.

My work is always more emotional than I am. My characters say things to each other that I get accused of not being able to say to my girlfriend.

I don't put big concepts on my work, and it's all often about keeping actors in a room together and not letting them leave.

When it's just a few scenes and a couple of actors behaving in a room, I feel very confident with that.