Screenwriters get paid a hell of a lot more money but their level of frustration seems to be so high that I don't want that.

It's interesting because when David Fincher was making "Fight Club," he said, "It's a romance." And it really is. Almost everything I ever write is just a romance. And that needed to be sort of pointed up at the end of "Fight Club." The film has a very different ending than the book does.

It's creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build a world out of rocks and chaos. What it's going to be, I don't know. Even after all that rushing around, where we've ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. And maybe knowing isn't the point. Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.

It's okay to cry as long as you're faking it.

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying?

You have to keep recycling yourself.

Sometimes you do something, and you get screwed. Sometimes it's the things you don't do, and you get screwed.