There are few times that I feel more at peace, more in tune, more Zen, if you will, than when I force myself to unplug.

The state of New Jersey is really two places - terrible cities and wonderful suburbs. I live in the suburbs, the final battleground of the American dream, where people get married and have kids and try to scratch out a happy life for themselves. It's very romantic in that way, but a bit naive. I like to play with that in my work.

You want this so badly—this second chance, this chance at real redemption—that you can’t see the truth.

When you like something and you're pretty good at it and you can make a living doing it, you don't ask why. You just count your blessings and go with it.

..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

Kids don’t do what their parents say-they do what they see their parents do. So who was to blame here?