The terror and beauty of the dream come from the connection of previously unrelated mundanities of life.

The product of the artist has become less important than the fact of the artist. We wish to absorb this person. We wish to devour someone who has experienced the tragic. In our society this person is much more important than anything he might create.

Forget narrative, backstory, characterisation, exposition, all of that. Just make the audience want to know what happens next.

It's only words... unless they're true.

My greatest fear is that the audience will beat me to the punch line.

Listen, here's the thing about an English degree - if you sat somebody down and asked them to make a list of the writers they admire over the last hundred years, see how many of them got a degree in English.

Every reiteration of the idea that nothing matters debases the human spirit.