You could know the what of something forever and never discover the why.

I always try to be alert to the potential for repetition, for a decaying orbit with regard to my use of technique, etc.

The map had been the first form of misdirection, for what is a map but a way of emphasizing some things and making other things invisible?

Silence creates it's own violence.

Once you realize there's less logic in human institutions than you once thought, you see the narrative potential in just about everything around you. Sometimes, in fact, it seems as if the human world runs on inefficiency and erratic behavior.

I see music as an aid. It overcomes my internal editor, especially when the music evokes the character or the mood I'm trying to build.

Film fixes a precise visual image in the viewer's head. In fiction, you just hope you're precise enough to convey the intended effect.