As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.

I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.

That is the crowning evil, that we can even go so far as to love each other, you and I. And who else would show us a particle of love, a particle of compassion or mercy? Who else, knowing us as we know each other, could do anything but destroy us? Yet we can love each other.

I'm going to keep on dealing with the supernatural in a lot of ways.

Writers write about what obsesses them. You draw those cards. I lost my mother when I was 14. My daughter died at the age of 6. I lost my faith as a Catholic. When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.

We need to stop fighting Christian against Christian. I have no time for anything but trying to love other people. That is a full-time job.

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