It’s getting too late in my life to care about the small things. It’s getting too late to not be brave, to not live my life fully, to not try to be an artist. Trivial things like how nice your hotel room is, or if you have to be naked for a while, they fade away.

The best movies have one sentence that they're exploring, a thesis, something that people can argue about over dinner afterward.

When you first entered the restaurant, I thought you were handsome... and then, of course, you spoke.

Art is a place where you can be wild. Kids-all of us-need that.

I think I'm a weird combination of deeply introverted and very daring. I can feel both those things working.

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.

I've always had to force myself to make friends and speak to people. My parents were quiet, and it took me a while to get used to the fact that people talk about their feelings, their problems.