Superman is, after all, an alien life form. He is simply the acceptable face of invading realities.

Horror fiction shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

To dream in isolation can be properly splendid to be sure; but to dream in company seems to me infinitely preferable.

I've dealt with a lot of producers who were pricks and I'm determined not to be that.

..She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon.

I don't take accusations of selling out lightly.