I imagine a soul is a little perfect crystal egg floating in your chest. Somewhere deeper than where they put your heart. Somewhere so deep inside that the doctors can't find it with all their machines and microcameras.

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There's nothing stranger than the smell of someone else's house. The scent goes right to your stomach. Mary's house smelled like lemon furniture polish and oatmeal cookies and logs in a fireplace. For some reason it made me want to curl up in the fetal position. I could have slept right there on their kitchen table.

I think there is a complicated side effect to overcoming evil in that we are forever changed by it. I think after we ingest some of the cruelty of the world, it takes years off of our lives, but it also gives us wisdom and a little grace, hopefully a sense of compassion.

When I'm directing, I'm pretty much not writing, but when I'm not directing I am writing a lot.

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.

I began stealing a lot of ideas from other directors I had worked with.

It's strange, people have asked me what my schedule is and what is my process like, and I can't even answer it.