Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.

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'm all for whatever transitions the book properly to a movie.

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.

Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the willies. I'm quite good at that - I can freak myself out wherever I am.

Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.