We buy balloons, we let them go.

I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.

Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.

The numbing lists of things you were supposed to have as an American to make you happy, which ultimately, of course, don't. Those aren't the things that make you happy.

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

I think in life, there are certain choices you make that are timeless and universal, and don't necessarily have anything to do with the particulars of a certain decade.

I think my sensibility is very literary; all my books were built as books, and I wasn't thinking about them being movies.