Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you.

You don't have ideas when you're sitting in that sort of sterile little place, and you're not around people. The most boring scenes are the scenes where a character is alone. I just need that dynamic of other people around me to get my work done.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.

These distraction-oholics. These focus-ophobics.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.