One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.

I don’t know what you’re feeling, I won’t even pretend

I studied English literature in the honors program, which means that you had to take courses in various centuries. You had to start with Old English, Middle English, and work your way toward the modern. I figured if I did that it would force me to read some of the things I might not read on my own.

Every letter was a love letter. Of course, as love letters went, this one could have been better. It was not very promising, for instance, that Madeleine claimed not to want to see him for the next half-century.

There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.

When I'm creating a character, it's a little bit like what my theater teachers used to tell me about Stanislavsky, like if you're using sense memory to do a scene - if you have to cry in a scene, you try to remember something in your life that made you cry and you use that in order to get the tears.

The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.