You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.

Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.

She's so thin she's either dying or rich.

Peter used to say that an artist’s job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble.

Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

I think it's just a matter of time before everybody realizes that I'm kind of a romance novelist ... that these are all stories about people kind of falling back in love or struggling with relationships. Even Fight Club was just a big romantic ending.

Every stage of life has its own form of power, and we're always sort of terrified as to whether we can make the jump to the next form of power.