You know, I'm from Boston, and in Boston, you are born with a baseball bat in your hand.

You can pretend everything's fine, but if there's an unhappiness or you're not having sex or you're not communicating or you're made to feel third best in the house and you don't address it and you just try to put on a nice face and a smile, that kind of aggression and anger is going to come out in some sinister way.

When I was filming the death scene [in Inglourious Basterds], and I'm killing somebody, I had to work myself up.

All the copycat movies were always PG-13 and people said: "Nobody wants violence."

I feel like in the '90s, horror just lost its way and everything became so safe and watered-down.

I want an iPhone 5, someone said something nasty on twitter, or my boyfriend isn't texting me back, like whatever the thing is that seems so major in your life, when a real disaster hits you suddenly strips it all away and you see what's really important and who you really are.

It's very flattering to feel like you actually helped create a sub-genre.