Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.

The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

It doesn't do you any service to demonize any group of people. It's much better to try and understand from the inside.

I'm remote from most technology to the point that I'm kind of Amish.

I doubt that there are many screenplays of movies that either of us have seen over the past 10 years that were first drafts, or were the work of purely one person. In my world, the actors and the director are all made of paper, and they do exactly what I say. I feel much more in control of the finished work. I feel like the statement that I'm making - even though it's in a medium by no means as glamorous or as widely recognized as film - is at least the statement that I wanted to make. That's a lot more important to me than the allure of working for Hollywood.

Love doesn't have a point. Love is the point.