That day I think we really saw each other for the first time. I mean, saw beyond the bag of bones on the outside. You take away her pretty and my plain and what you get underneath is about the same: a couple of lost girls looking to be found.

Kinsey was trying to study sex scientifically, get rid of the overlay of culture and religion.

Problems emerge and some people try to sweep them under the rug.

No piece of writing is ever finished. It’s just due.

Kinsey himself collected absolutely everything.

My idea of a beach holiday is going to New York for two weeks, just going and hanging out.

I really think the biopic thing so rarely works, because peoples lives dont have a dramatic shape that can be satisfying.