To Grandma: Once upon a time, there was a boy who flew.

Whether I'm in front of the camera, behind the camera, at my computer writing a novel or a screenplay, as long as I get to entertain someone out there, I'm happy.

I've been pushed down many flights of stairs in my time, but I always manage to find an elevator

I love thinking that there is magic in the world, that there are people in the world with amazing abilities that we just don't know about.

I can act... I do a little writing as well. And I'm good at typing. I'm a creative typist, actually.

I was reading that lightning is a negative charge that comes from the friction that clouds carry. And since opposites attract, I would like to think that he was so positive the moment that he died, so happy, he pulled that bolt right out of the sky. I don’t know if that’s possible, but that’s what I believe.

It doesn't matter how greatly you've been hurt or how much you're hurting, it's what you do with the pain that counts. You could cry for years or you could choose to learn and grow from it.