Every adaptation requires that the screenwriter make difficult choices - and in particular, difficult cuts.

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are right and we are doomed to repeat our squalid lives ad infinitum, at least I will always return to that kiss

I like having my own story remain my story.

With the movies, people are not going to wait around. The deadline is a deadline. In publishing it's more a polite suggestion.

I was like a well trained pianist who knows which note to hit, but can't make the music his own.

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.

You're a writer. Make it up.