History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

...no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.

To repeat, the way you get to the huge, impossible yes is, you start collecting a lot of easy, small yeses.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

If anything I try to write something that would be more difficult to film. I tend to see film as competition and would like instead to do what books do best.

I'm really glad that I made a lot of mistakes, poorly chose my friends throughout my twenties, and didn't have a rocket trajectory that set me on one path without making any mistakes or having any setbacks. The older I get, the more I realize that it's all of these failed, horrible things from my past, and the stories that they generated, that are the things I will draw on for the rest of my life.