When I go home, the last thing I want to do is read about the popular lore of vampires.

I think the world is a place for oddballs and freaks. I'm only interested in oddballs and freaks as characters.

The fact that we die, that makes life important. It's hard to take, but it's the truth.

Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst.

You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure.

I'm not like J.K. Rowling, where I know there's going to be this number of seasons, and I know exactly what's going to happen. I would be so bored if that was the case. There would be no journey. There would be nothing to discover.

I'm at the point in my life where I don't want to work as hard. Actually, I've had to take a good hard look at workaholism and it's effect on one's mental health.