This moment and this chance, they are the same, and they are mine if I choose them,and I do. I want them. Now and as long as I can have them they are both precious and fleeting and gone in the blink of an eye, don't waste them. A moment and an opportunity and a life, all in the unseen tick of a clock holding me nowhere. My heart is beating. The walls are pale and quiet. I am surviving.

I am aware that the battle I am fighting is a petty one, but I am also aware that in order to win that which is great, you must first win that which is small.

To say that you can't see echoes of the past in what I do would be absurd. Everything that has preceded me has affected me.

I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.

When I was a screenwriter, I was doing it for mercenary reasons.

To write a damn good thriller, you need a killer attitude.

I don't care what people come at me with. People have come at me with everything you could imagine. I could care less about that.