I broke with my religion in college.

My last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.

I can't believe the world was created in six days. I do not take Genesis or Revelation literally. I AM OUT. I am alone. I am an outsider for Christ. I will study my Bible, and pray to God in private and alone. I have no other choice.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

Making a film, I've learned, can be an exhausting process, due to the need for backing, distribution, etc.

There may be writing groups where people meet but it's occasional. You really do it all at your own computer or your own typewriter by yourself.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.