Sometimes I go for days without speaking to a soul. I think, “I should make that call", but I put it off. Because there’s something pleasurable about not talking. But then I love talking, so it’s not that. But sometimes it can be nice. It’s not like I sit here philosophizing, because I’ve no talent for that. It’s just this thing about silence that’s so wonderful.

I feel very strongly that I’m surrounded by other realities.

The theater is like a faithful wife. The film is the great adventure - the costly, exacting mistress.

We make each other alive; it doesn’t make a difference if it hurts.

Artistic license sneered through the thin fabric.

I have always had the ability to attach my demons to my chariot.

Either I did away with that fear through writing, or in the course of writing, I discovered it was no longer so intrusive or threating. The bottom line is, it's gone.