Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

The end is built into the beginning.

I think dreams are metaphors. Everything you do in writing is metaphorical. So it seems like the same arena to me.

The passionate ones, the ones who go after what they want, may not get what they want, but they remain vital, in touch with themselves, and when they lie on their deathbeds, they have few regrets.

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true.

I've had to deal, a lot, with my own sense of intimidation at meeting famous people - especially actors, but really any famous people.

I do throw out a lot of ideas, and I forget completely about them.