Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.

Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

I like the discipline of writing a script. You can't go into the character's head - you have to find these creative ways to help externalize what they're thinking.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it.