I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.

And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

I have four or five ideas that just keep floating around and I want to kind of just let one - like a beautiful butterfly, let it land somewhere.

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.