Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

At That Moment, it seemed the whole world cared what happened to him. All those people were hugging him and petting his hair. Everybody asked if he was okay. It seemed that moment would last forever. That you had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit.

In truth, the degree of anyone's success depends on how often they can say the word yes and hear the word no.

A baby is such a blank slate, like training the understudy for a role you're planning to leave. You truly hope your replacement will do the play justice, but in secret you want future critics to say you played the character better.

Minimalism seems closest to the sophisticated storytelling of movies. Movies have really educated contemporary audiences to be the most intelligent, sophisticated audiences in history. We don't any longer need to have the relationship between one scene and the next explained. We will figure it out ourselves.